How Deep The Father's Love
Church of the City
Verse 1 How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure that He should give His on-ly Son to make a wretch His treasure. How great the pain of sear-ing loss. The Father turns His face away as wounds which mar the Cho-sen One bring many sons to glo-ry. Verse 2 Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoul-ders. Ashamed, I hear my mock-ing voice call out among the scoffers. It was my sin that held Him there until it was accom-plished; His dying breath has brought me life. I know that it is fin-ished. Verse 3 I will not boast in an-y- thing: no gifts, no pow'r, no wis-dom. But I will boast in Je-sus 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.
