How great 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.
Behold, the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders.
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Cry out among
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