I am looking for a celtic-style hymn or which I can only remember the last line of one verse. The part that I can remember says: "Jesus Christ our ransom." If I remember correctly, another verse ends in a similar manner: "and sent him for our ransom"
can you help?
Jesus Christ our Ransom
Jesus Christ our Ransom
I might know it==
WHo will pay the ransom?
WHo will pay the price?Whose gonna pay for my freedom oh, Lord, whose gonna payfor my life?
I was a poor sinner livin in bondage,
you know it hurt so bad i cried.
But then the Lord paid the ransom with the blood of Jesus Christ!!
there are vesus but i dont know them!
WHo will pay the ransom?
WHo will pay the price?Whose gonna pay for my freedom oh, Lord, whose gonna payfor my life?
I was a poor sinner livin in bondage,
you know it hurt so bad i cried.
But then the Lord paid the ransom with the blood of Jesus Christ!!
there are vesus but i dont know them!
Re: Jesus Christ our Ransom
Try "How Deep the Father's Love" 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 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.
Stuart Townend Copyright © 1995 Thankyou Music (Adm. by CapitolCMGPublishing.com excl. UK & Europe, adm. by Integrity Music, part of the David C Cook family, [email protected])
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.
Stuart Townend Copyright © 1995 Thankyou Music (Adm. by CapitolCMGPublishing.com excl. UK & Europe, adm. by Integrity Music, part of the David C Cook family, [email protected])
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