May we never forget the BLOOD that has been shed across this nation and all around the world for our freedom. But more importantly the BLOOD that was shed on a lonely mountain top that you and I might LIVE!
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 mocing voice, Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that helf Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I knoww that it is finished
I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast inJesus 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