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