Other Things

How Great


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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 

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 guilt 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 powr's, 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 


©1995 Kingsway’s Thankyou Music
Words and Music by Stuart Townend
These lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.

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