How deep the Father's love for us,
How kind beyond all measure,
that He should give His Only Son
To make a wretch His treasure?
Behold the Man upon the 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 would not boast of anything,
no gifts, no power, no wisdom,
But I shall boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give and answer,
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.