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.

~Stuart Townend