How Deep the Father’s Love for Us,
Words and music by Stuart Townend
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 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 pow’r, 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.
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow’r, 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.
But this I know with all my heart: His wounds have paid my ransom.
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