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 turned 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 The Lord has been so good to me! How can I pay him back? I will bring an offering of wine to the Lord I will worship him: in front of all his people I will do what I promised him: build his kingdom forever (option: play higher than beginning)