Verse 1:
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How deep the Father's love for us
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How vast beyond all measure
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That He would give His only Son
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To make a wretch His treasure

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How great the pain of searing loss
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The Father turns His face away
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As wounds which mar the chosen One
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Bring many sons to glory

Verse 2:
Behold the Man upon a cross
My guilt 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

Verse 3:
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no powers, 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