“What kind of love is this, friends? What kind of love is that is so big, so without bounds, that He would come, He would want, He would want to do so much to rescue people who wanted nothing to do with Him? Who fought Him even when He came to cleave us from hell?

What kind of love is it that sees us in our filth, comes to rescue us, sees us resist that rescue, but continues to rescue us anyway? What foolishness is this? That He would come offer us rescue and we would say, “No!” Why? What are we gaining by our resistance? Oh, how glorious He is, that He saw you like that and didn’t give up!”

Oh, now my Son
Here is a company of miserable souls
Cold and undone
Searing their conscience with hearts black as coals
Here now they lie
Objects of justice, deserving of wrath
Speak Your reply
What shall be done for them? Draw out your path

No one can contain the power and depths
Of My abundant love

Father, I say, such is My love and my pity for all
There is a way for no condemnation on men to befall

Whoa, such is my love and pity for all
Whoa, no man can pay, I’ll make a way
Whoa, such is my love and pity for all
Whoa, no man can pay, I’ll make a way

No man can pay;
Utterly broke and poor to settle their debt
Though all’ve gone their way
I’ll yield a way for their sins to forget
Sins to forget