Verso 1

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

Verso 2

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

Verso 3

I will not boast in anything
No gifts no pow’r 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

Repetir

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