How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And 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 .
Behold the Man upon the 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.
I cry every time I hear this song, every time I savor its truth.
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure–
More than we could ever hope for.
How much He suffered for us–more than we could ever endure.
How much He blesses us–more than we could ever recognize.
How great His plan for our lives–more than we could imagine.
How complete His knowledge of us–more than we know ourselves.
How trustworthy His work in our lives–more detailed and carefully ordered than our minds can comprehend.
Thank you, Father!