How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep The Father’s love for us
how vast beyond all measure
that he should give his only son,
to make the retched treasured.
How great the pain, our serene loss
The father turns his face away
As wounds which marred the chosen one,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold d man upon a cross
Amy sins upon his shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
call out among the scoffers.
It was my son that held him there
until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life,
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
no gifts no power no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death n resurrection.
Y should I gain from His reward,
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
his wounds have payed my ransom
Y should I gain from his reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have payed my ransom
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