How Deep the Father’s Love

Would that I could let you see these lines in beautiful calligraphy. The beauty of pen and ink slowing our eyes so these rich, rich words by Stuart Townend could soak in like a gentle summer rain:

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 turned his face away
As wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory

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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

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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

For the story behind this hymn, in Stuart’s own words, continue [ here ].

Let this song challenge and bless you today.

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