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 Your wounds have paid, your wounds have paid your wounds have paid, they have paved the way. Inst: How great the pain of searing loss, The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One, Bring us sons to glory. Chorus Behold the Man upon a cross, My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed I hear my mocking voice, Call out among the scoffers You've renewed this marred heart, after all it has done With the wounds you have bled for me.
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