How Deep the Father's Love for Us

Your wounds have paid Your wounds have paid!
Your wounds have paid they have paved the way!
How great the pain of searing loss, The Father turns His face away!
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring us his 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
You’ve renewed this marred heart, after all it has done
With the wounds you have bled for me