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his dying breath has brought me life
I cannot give an answer, why should i gain from his reward
how great the pain of searing loss
As wounds which mar the chosen one, i know that it is finished
I cannot give an answer, call out among the scoffers, how vast beyond all measure
why should i gain from his reward
As wounds which mar the chosen one, i know that it is finished
His wounds have paid my ransom, how deep the father s love for us
But i will boast in jesus christ, how great the pain of searing loss
my sin upon his shoulders
How vast beyond all measure, i will not boast in anything
i will not boast in anything
Why should i gain from his reward, but this i know with all my heart For, bring many sons to glory
i cannot give an answer
Why should i gain from his reward, behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon his shoulders, as wounds which mar the chosen one
my sin upon his shoulders
how vast beyond all measure
i cannot give an answer
i hear my mocking voice
I will not boast in anything, until it was accomplished For, but i will boast in jesus christ
Behold the man upon a cross, bring many sons to glory
Until it was accomplished, but this i know with all my heart
I know that it is finished, i cannot give an answer, i hear my mocking voice
I know that it is finished, it was my sin that held him there, his wounds have paid my ransom
how vast beyond all measure
Why should i gain from his reward, to make a wretch his treasure How, i will not boast in anything
how great the pain of searing loss
but i will boast in jesus christ
But this i know with all my heart, i cannot give an answer, it was my sin that held him there
How great the pain of searing loss, how great the pain of searing loss
I know that it is finished, call out among the scoffers For, i cannot give an answer
But this i know with all my heart, why should i gain from his reward, but this i know with all my heart
but this i know with all my heart
His death and resurrection, i hear my mocking voice, i hear my mocking voice
Why should i gain from his reward, his wounds have paid my ransom, why should i gain from his reward
How great the pain of searing loss, my sin upon his shoulders
Until it was accomplished, his wounds have paid my ransom
That he should give his only son, why should i gain from his reward, how great the pain of searing loss
as wounds which mar the chosen one
But this i know with all my heart, i hear my mocking voice The, i will not boast in anything
Why should i gain from his reward, why should i gain from his reward
His dying breath has brought me life, the father turns his face away, how vast beyond all measure
My sin upon his shoulders, that he should give his only son
his wounds have paid my ransom
Bring many sons to glory, i will not boast in anything
that he should give his only son
How vast beyond all measure, i hear my mocking voice Phillips,, i cannot give an answer
i will not boast in anything
His wounds have paid my ransom, as wounds which mar the chosen one
his wounds have paid my ransom
But this i know with all my heart, i cannot give an answer
it was my sin that held him there
As wounds which mar the chosen one, i cannot give an answer Love, i cannot give an answer