Greetings:
Well, here is an old hymn that I love. I had never even heard of it till a friend of mine introduced it to our school in chapel one day. I must say that is a terrible shame, I wish I could have heard this years ago. So take this and think on it for O..... 40 or 50 years:
How deep the Father's love for us,How vast beyond all measureThat He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,The Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the chosen One,Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,My sin upon His shouldersAshamed I hear my mocing voice,Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that helf Him thereUntil it was accomplishedHis dying breath has brought me lifeI know that it is finished
I will not boast in anythingNo gifts, no power, no wisdomBut I will boast inJesus ChristHis death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answerBut this I know with all my heartHis wounds have paid my ransom(REPEAT)
By Christ Alone,
The Reformer