This was our communion song this past Sunday. I hope it will forever be our communion song. Heck, I hope we sing it all the time, even if we "kill it." Some songs are sooo good they need to be killed. Sorry, JWu. Words and music by Stuart Townend ... I hope you enjoy, and I hope you can get your paws on the amazing recording off of which I learned this song, the version that threw chills up and down my spine and which sent me to my knees ...
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
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