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Stuart Townend 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 held Him there
 Until it was accomplished
 His dying breath has broug