How deep 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 turns 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
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.

Profund, immens amor de Déu. Amor com cap més altre,
que va entregar el Fill Etern fet home per nosaltres.
Per Déu el Pare abandonat, un gran dolor Crist va patir.
I per donar-nos salvació Ell les ferides escollí.

El Fill de l’home és a la creu, i el meu pecat Ell porta.
Avergonyit puc escoltar ma veu entre les sornes.
Les meves faltes sobre seu, digué que consumat és tot.
Ens dona pau pel seu patir i vida per la seva mort.

De res voldré jo presumir: ni dons, poder o ciència.
Em joiaré del meu Senyor, del seu perdó i clemència.
Perquè haig de rebre aquest gran do? No puc donar resposta.
Però estic segur del tot que Crist la vida em dona.

Però estic segur del tot que Crist la vida em dona.