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Friday, April 18, 2014

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