| INTRO |
| VS1 |
| 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 a way |
| As wounds which mar the chosen One, |
| Bring many sons to glory |
| INTER |
| VS2 |
| Be hold the Man u pon a cross, |
| My sin upon His shoulders |
| A shamed I hear my mocking voice, |
| Call out among the scoffers |
| It was my sin that left Him there |
| Until it was accomplished |
| His dying breath has brought me life |
| I know that it is finished |
| INTER |
| VS3 |
| 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 an swer |
| But this I know with all my heart |
| His wounds have paid my ransom |
| INTER |
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| TAG |
| But this I know with all my heart |
| His wounds have paid my ransom |
| OUTRO |