[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Behold the man upon the 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
Yes, it is finished, o-oh
It is finished, o-ohh!

[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
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
Yes, this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom