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For the next few weeks, I’ll use one of the congregational hymns I’ve sung in church in the morning as the Sunday hymn. Today, we didn’t sing out of the hymnal at all—that always makes me a little sad—but we did sing this song, which I’d say would hold it’s own, substance-wise and quality-wise, against any of the hymns in the hymn book. And when Stuart Townend wrote it, he was indeed intending to write a hymn.

How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

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.

You can hear it sung in this video, which is one of the few versions I could find that was not sung in a breathy female voice. (There! I’ve let you in on another of my musical pet peeves.)

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

Have you posted a hymn today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.