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.

Què n’és de gran l’amor de Déu
tan gran que no té límit
El seu Fill únic va donar
i el seu tresor fou l’infeliç
Quin gran dolor el Pare sentí
quan el seu fill abandonà
Pel sacrifici de Jesús
portà a la glòria als pecadors

Mireu aquell que està a la creu,
Aquell que porta els meus pecats
Avergonyit sento una veu:
sóc jo un dels que se’n burlen
La meva culpa ell carregà
fins que tot va ser consumat
I el seu darrer sospir de mort
va fer possible el meu perdó

No posaré mai més l’orgull
ni en dons, poder, ni ciència
Només en Crist serà el meu goig
qui va morir i ressuscità
Per què em va escollir a mi?
Jo no tinc la resposta
Però d’una cosa estic segur,
Ell m’ha donat la vida!