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How deep the Father's love for us |
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How vast beyond all measure |
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That He should give His only Son |
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And make a wretch His treasure |
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How great the pain of searing loss |
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The Father turns His face away |
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As wounds which mar the Chosen One |
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Bring many sons to glory |
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Behold the man upon a cross |
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My sin upon His shoulders |
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Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice |
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Call out among the scoffers |
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It was my sin that held Him there |
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Until it was accomplished |
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His dying breath has brought me life |
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I know that it is finished |
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I will not boast in anything |
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No gifts, no power, no wisdom |
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But I will boast in Jesus Christ |
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His death and resurrection |
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Why should I gain from His reward? |
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I cannot give an answer |
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But this I know with all my heart |
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His wounds have paid my ransom |
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Why should I gain from His reward? |
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I cannot give an answer |
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But this I know with all my heart |
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His wounds have paid my ransom |
