The Church of the Holy SepulcherHOW DEEP THE FATHER'S LOVE FOR US
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 seering loss.
The Father turns His face away
as wounds which mar the Chosen One
bring many sons to glory.
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 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 ranson.
Words and Music by: Stuart Townend
No human father's love can compare with the love of our Heavenly Father!
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