How deep the Father?s Love for us How vast beyond all measure That He would 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 chos-en One Bring many sons to glory 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 I will not boast in anything No gifts, no powr's, 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 Stuart Townend ©1995 Kingsway's Thankyou Music ********* You found it at -Chords Submitted By: David Campbell Ontario Canada