His Wounds Have Paid my Ransom

We sang this at church tonight…and I wept.  God has made this wretch—me—His treasure.  How unthinkable that He would die on the cross for me while I stood and scoffed…it was MY sin that left Him there until IT was accomplished.

IT, His acts of suffering, separating from His Father, DYING, made this life—this wretch-turned-treasure life--possible for the entire human race. 

Salvation cost me so little because it cost God so much.  His wounds have paid my ransom…

 

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 left 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

words by Stuart Townend

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