text: How deep the Fathers love for us
  How vast beyond all measure
  That He should give His only Son
  To make a wretch His treasure
  How great the pain of searing loss
  The Father turns His face away
  As wounds which mar the chosen One
  Bring many sons to glory
  Behold the Man upon a cross
  My sin upon His shoulders
  Ashamed I hear my mocing voice
  Call out among the scoffers
  It was my sin that helf Him there
  Until it was accomplished
  His dying breath has brought me life
  I knoww that it is finished
  I will not boast in anything
  No gifts, no power, no wisdom
  But I will boast inJesus Christ
  His death and resurrection
  Why should I gain from His reward?
  I cannot give an answer
  But this I know with all my heart
  His wounds have paid my ransom