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 son's to glory
I was a wretch, but then You saved me
I was a wretch, but then You saved me
Then You set me free
Then You set me free
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
I was a wretch, but then You saved me
I was a wretch, but then You saved me
Then You set me free
Then You set me free
