How Deep the Father's Love - The Purple Hulls

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 Oh to glory Oh to glory Behold the Man upon the 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 It is finished It is finished It is finished 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 But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom

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 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 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 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 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

The deepest of seas and furthest horizons Can't even begin to speak of Your kindness While I ran so far in rebellion Still You gave Your life without question Before I even said I'm sorry You made a way for me How deep is the love How high is the One who Forgives and forgets all our sin How great is Your grace I'll never forget all You've done Oh how deep is Your love The darkest of days slip right out of focus No valley out dives Your depths of devotion You lay me down in green pastures So I'll rest beside Your still waters I've never known a grace so thoughtful You always make a way How deep is the love How high is the One who Forgives and forgets all our sin How great is Your grace I'll never forget all You've done Oh how deep is Your love How deep is the love How high is the One who Forgives and forgets all our sin How great is Your grace I'll never forget all You've done Oh how deep is Your love How deep is the love How high is the One who Forgives and forgets all our sin How great is Your grace I'll never forget all You've done Oh how deep is Your love

Jesus was a carpenter A carpenter by trade Apprentice of an artisan A craftsman he was made Did people come from miles around From far and distant lands To be the first To see the work Built by the master's hands Were his frames square and level His measurements true Did he fix what was broken Make it better than brand new I'd travel back two thousand years To his time if I could I'd love to see some of the things That Jesus made from wood It makes perfect sense That when God sent A savior he would be A carpenter cause he knew all The workin on we'd need Of all his creations His greatest miracle He took two pieces of wood and saved my soul I was worn and splintered I was weathered by the rain I was bound for the fire Rotten to the grain Then he picked me up and saved me Like only Jesus could And now he's molding me and shaping me The way he worked with wood It makes perfect sense That when God sent A savior he would be A carpenter cause he knew all The workin on we'd need Of all his creations His greatest miracle He took two pieces of wood and saved my soul He took two pieces of wood and saved my soul

I'm pressing on the upward way, New heights I'm gaining every day; Still praying as I'm onward bound, "Lord, plant my feet on higher ground." Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven's tableland, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. My heart has no desire to stay Where doubts arise and fears dismay; Though some may dwell where those abound, My prayer, my aim, is higher ground. Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven's tableland, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven's tableland, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.