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 turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen one Bring many son's to glory I was a wretch, but then You saved me I was a wretch, but then You saved me Then You set me free Then You set me free Behold the man upon the cross My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice Call out among the scoffers I was a wretch, but then You saved me I was a wretch, but then You saved me Then You set me free Then You set me free