Lyrics

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 turns His face away As wounds which mar the Chosen One Bring many sons to glory Many sons to glory 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
Writer(s): Stuart Townend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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