Interpret:

Owl City

Album:

Adam's Covers

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 barking 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


 But this I know with all my heart
 His wounds have paid my ransom.