1. MP 988 How deep the Father’s love

    1. 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.

    2. 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.

    3. 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.

    © Stuart Townend

  2. A Wonderful Savior Is Jesus My Lord

    1. A wonderful Saviour is Jesus my Lord,
      a wonderful Saviour to me;
      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
      where rivers of pleasure I see.

      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
      that shadows a dry, thirsty land;
      He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
      and covers me there with His hand,
      and covers me there with His hand.

    2. A wonderful Saviour is Jesus my Lord,
      He taketh my burden away;
      He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
      He giveth me strength as my day.

      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
      that shadows a dry, thirsty land;
      He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
      and covers me there with His hand,
      and covers me there with His hand.

    3. With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
      and filled with His fullness divine,
      I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
      for such a Redeemer as mine!

      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
      that shadows a dry, thirsty land;
      He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
      and covers me there with His hand,
      and covers me there with His hand.

    4. When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
      to meet Him in clouds of the sky,
      His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
      I'll shout with the millions on high.

      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
      that shadows a dry, thirsty land;
      He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
      and covers me there with His hand,
      and covers me there with His hand.