Автор мелодии: Stuart Townend
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How great the Fathers love for us
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How vast beyond all measure
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That He should give His only Son
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And make a wretch His treasure
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How great the pain of searing loss
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The father turns his face away
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As wounds which mar the Chosen One
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Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
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
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
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Why should I gain from His reward
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I cannot give an answer
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But this I know with all my heart
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His wounds have paid my ransom