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.
Written by Stuart Townsend (1995)
Beautiful hymn - thank you for posting it. :o)
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ReplyDeletethat is a beautiful poem and it is so heartbreaking to know how he suffered for us...
but it is also reassuring to know that we CAN HAVE ETERNAL LIFE BECAUSE OF HIS SUFFERING AND DEATH
thank you for this post
Amen...
ReplyDeleteOnce again, thank you for posting this hymn. I've copied it and will be sharing it with a dear friend who is currently going through tremendous challenges. <><
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