How deep the Father's love for us
How vast be an all-measure that He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
Oh, how deep the Father's love for us
And how great the pain of searing loss
The Father turned His face away
As wounds which mark the Chosen One
Brought many sons to glory
Behold the man
My sin
I fall
On His shoulders
The shame I hear
My mocking voice
All out
All out
All out

He offers

All
All

He was my sin
That held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath
Until it was accomplished
Who has brought me life
I know
I know
I know
It is finished
Oh
I
Won't boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
I won't be boasting Christ
His death and resurrection
How dear the Father's love
Why, oh why
Should I gain from His reward
I cannot give
And
Can't answer
But this
I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Paid my ransom
Behold the man
On the cross
My sin
I'll fight
With shoulders
Ashamed
I
Hear
My mocking voice
All among the scoffers
Oh
Oh
He was my Savior
And held Him there
Say
I tell the false
I've accomplished
His dying breath
Has brought me life
His dying breath
Has brought me life
I know
I know
It is finished
How dear
How dear
How dear

How dear
Oh
How dear
How dear
Aww
How dear
How dear
How dear
How dear
How dear
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