| How deep the Father’s love for us
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| How vast beyond all measure
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| That He should 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
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| Behold the man upon a cross
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| My sin upon His shoulders
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| Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
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| Call out among the scoffers
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| It was my sin that held Him there
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| Until it was accomplished
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| His dying breath has brought me life
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| I know that it is finished
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| I will not boast in anything
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| No gifts, no power, no wisdom
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| But I will boast in Jesus Christ
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| His death and resurrection
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| Why should I gain from His reward?
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| I cannot give an answer
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| But this I know with all my heart
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| His wounds have paid my ransom
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| Why should I gain from His reward?
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| I cannot give an answer
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| But this I know with all my heart
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| His wounds have paid my ransom |