Good Friday

Today is Good Friday, the day when we remember the suffering Christ endured and the life He gave, before we celebrate His Resurrection on Easter. So I print here the lyrics to a hymn, one that always reminds me of the eternal significance of that sacrifice.


“How Deep the Father’s Love for Us”
by Stuart Townsend

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 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.

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.