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
Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dy ing breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
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?
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom