2006-04-05 - 10:19 a.m.
How deep the Father's love for us, How great the pain of searing loss, Behold the Man upon a cross, It was my sin that helf Him there I will not boast in anything Why should I gain from His reward?
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How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocing voice,
Call out among the scoffers
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I knoww that it is finished
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast inJesus Christ
His death and resurrection
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
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