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Hymnal Number
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Keys included:
F
About this Hymn
Usually songwriting for me is a long and laborious process, but on this occasion the whole melody came very spontaneously and quickly. And it came as a surprise, because at this point in my life I had never considered writing a hymn!
I had been meditating on the cross, and what it cost the Father to give up his only Son—the pain, the grief, the sense of loss. And what was my part in it? Certainly undeserved; if I had been there at the time, I probably would have been one of those shouting "crucify him" along with the crowd. It just makes the sacrifice all the more amazing, all the more personal, and all the more humbling. – Stuart Townend
I had been meditating on the cross, and what it cost the Father to give up his only Son—the pain, the grief, the sense of loss. And what was my part in it? Certainly undeserved; if I had been there at the time, I probably would have been one of those shouting "crucify him" along with the crowd. It just makes the sacrifice all the more amazing, all the more personal, and all the more humbling. – Stuart Townend
Lyrics
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 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.
Verse 3
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow'r, 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.
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 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.
Verse 3
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow'r, 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.
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Attribution & Copyright
Words & Music: Stuart Townend © 1995 Thankyou Music Ltd (Capitol CMG Publishing / www.capitolcmgpublishing.com)