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 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 ransom 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 How deep?