how deep the Father's love for us

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[i adore this hymn by townend, it means a lot to me]

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 the 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.