Our church often sings "How Deep the Father's Love for Us" during congregational worship, and I never get tired of it.
Every verse is a gem of truth, a potent reminder of the Father's love. I'm usually singing through tears by the third verse... because for so long, I was one of those who scoffed at Him.
Even though the song has the feel of an old hymn, it was written only nine years ago by contemporary artist Stuart Townend.
Here it is as recorded by Phillips, Craig & Dean. May it speak to you the way it speaks to me.
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 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