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Would that I could let you see these lines in beautiful calligraphy. The beauty of pen and ink slowing our eyes so these rich, rich words by Stuart Townend could soak in like a gentle summer rain:

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 turned 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 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

For the story behind this hymn, in Stuart’s own words, continue [ here ].

Let this song challenge and bless you today.

phil


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