The Fathers Love

He Made a Wretch His Treasure

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
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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.