How Deep...

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


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
by Stuart Townsend