E F#m G#m A How deep the Father's love for us E/G# C#m B How vast beyond all measure E F#m G#m A That He would give His only Son E/B B E To make a wretch His treasure E/G# C#m B A How great the pain of searing loss E/G# C#m B The Father turns His face away E F#m G#m A As wounds which mar the chosen One E/B B E Bring many sons to glory Behold the Man upon a cross My guilt 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 powr's, 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