Song | How Deep the Fathers Love for Us |
Artist | Bethany Dillon |
Artist | Matt Hammitt |
Album | In Christ Alone: Modern Hymns of Worship |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Townend | |
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 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 | |
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 | |
But this I know with all my heart | |
His wounds have paid my ransom |
zuo qu : Townend | |
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 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 | |
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 | |
But this I know with all my heart | |
His wounds have paid my ransom |
zuò qǔ : Townend | |
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 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 | |
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 | |
But this I know with all my heart | |
His wounds have paid my ransom |