How deep the Father's 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 turned 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 mocking voice Call out among the scoffers It was my sin 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 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 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 His wounds have paid my ransom His wounds have paid my ransom