Jeff Goodrich - Oh lord my redeemer

And the Roman soldiers ^Gm7laughed, ^C When they saw their pris^C7/E'ner stumble ^{F Dm7} He did not revile them ^Gm7back and wondering I asked ^C

Who was this man so ^Fsushumble'^{F F/A} And a woman at my ^Bbside ^C

^C/BbChoked on her rep^Am7ly ^Dm7 Though she struggled not to ^Gm7weep

Tears poured down her ^Ccheek Her heart breaking as she ^Fsuscried:

^F Oh ^Dm9Lord, my Re^Gm7deemer, ^C Thou hast ^C7/Edone so much for ^Fme! ^F/A

Oh ^Dm9Lord, ^Daug/F#my Red^Gm7eemer, ^C7sus C7 Bb F/add Gm7 Fsus F All my love I give to Thee!

And the crowd when pushing ^Gm7on, ^C I ^C7/Efelt compelled to ^Ffollow. ^Dm7

I knew that they were ^Gm7wrong How they mocked him all ^Calong

Suddenly my heart felt ^Fsushollo^Fw. ^F/A For they nailed him to a ^Bbtree ^C

On ^C/Bba hill called Calva^Am7ry. ^Dm7 While I stood there filled with ^Gm7wonder,

The heavens roared with ^Cthunder, And again I hear this ^Fsusplea:

^FsusThee! ^F I could ^F/Anot forget His ^Bbface ^C/Bb

As I wandered from that ^Am7place. ^Dm7 With the questions ever ^Gm7burning,

I put myself to ^Clearning, And each answer came with ^Fsusgrace. ^F

And I ^F/Aknelt in earnest ^Bbprayer, ^C/Bb His memory still ^Am7there. ^Dm7

And the more that I'd ^Gm7enquire, The hotter burned the ^Bb/Cfire.

I found ^C7joy beyond ^Fsuscompare.

And the day turned into ^Gm7three. ^C Morning ^C7/Efound me in a ^Fgarden ^Dm7

Where the gentle April ^Gm7breeze Returned me to my ^Cknees,

Pleading for a ^Fsuspardo^Fn. ^F/A And I can't say when or w^Bbhy ^C

I o^C/Bbpened up my ^Am7eyes, ^Dm7

But his feet were there before ^Gm7me, His hands were open o'er ^Cme,

And His face I recogn^Fsusized.

^BbThee ^{F/A Gm7 F}