The Lord's Day, Traditions & Celebrations

How Deep the Father’s Love

How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He would give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

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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

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Behold the Man upon a cross
My guilt upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers

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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

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I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no powr’s, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

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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