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 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 Song by Stuart Townend
Lord, my God and my Savior, I come to you on bended knee. I come to you with a contrite and humble heart. You made a sinner such as me your treasure. With your dying breath you brought me life. Your wounds have paid my ransom. My sin held you there on the cross until your work was accomplished. Thank You for Your grace and mercy poured out on me. Thank you for loving us so much that you would give yourself. It is by your stripes that I am healed. My heart is overwhelmed. Forgive me when I sin and fall short of your glory. I worship you alone and give you praise. I love you Lord for you first loved me. It is in Jesus name I pray, amen.