There's a raging sea right in front of me,
Wants to pull me in, drag me to my knees.
So let the waters rise, if you want them to,
I will follow you, I will follow you.
How deep the Fathers 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.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in JESUS CHRIST, his death and resurection,
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.