John Newton - The look

I ^Dmsaw one hanging on a tree in a^Bbgony and blo^Cod, Who ^Dmfixed His loving eyes on me as ^Gm7near His cross I s^Am7tood And ^Gsusnever till my ^Gdying breath will ^BbI forget that ^Amlook. It s^Dmeemed to ch^Carge me ^Bb2with His death Though^Am7 not a word He s^Gpoke.^{Bb C}

For^Fever et^Bbched upon my ^Gmmind is the ^Dmlook of ^C6Him who d^Bbied, The ^F/ALamb I cruci^Gmfied ^{Csus C} And n^Fow my ^Bblife will sing the ^Gmpraise of ^Dmpure a^Amton^Cing gr^Bbace, That l^F/Aooked on me and ^Gm7gladly ^Am7took my p^Bblace.

My ^Dmconscience felt and owned the guilt and plu^Bbnged me in desp^Cair I ^Dmsaw my sins His blood had spilt, and h^Gm7elped to nail Him th^Am7ere But ^Gsus with a second l^Gook He said, I fr^Bbeely all forgi^Amve This ^Dmblood is ^Cfor your ^Bb2ransom paid. I die^Am7d that you might liv^Ge ^{Bb C}

Thus^Dm while His death my sin displays for ^Bball the world to vi^Cew, Such^Dm is the mystery of grace It s^Gm7eals my pardon t^Am7oo. With ^Gsuspleasing grief and m^Gournful joy, my ^Bbspirit is now f^Amilled, That^Dm I should s^Cuch a ^Bb2life destroy Yet ^Am7live by Him I k^Gilled^Bb. ^C

For^Fever et^Bbched upon my ^Gmmind is the ^Dmlook of ^C6Him who d^Bbied, The ^F/ALamb I cruci^Gmfied ^{Csus C} And n^Fow my ^Bblife will sing the ^Gmpraise of ^Dmpure a^Amton^Cing gr^Bbace, That l^F/Aooked on me and ^Gm7gladly ^Am7took my p^Bblace.

For^Fever et^Bbched upon my ^Gmmind is the ^Dmlook of ^C6Him who d^Bbied, The ^F/ALamb I cruci^Gmfied ^{Csus C} And n^Fow my ^Bblife will sing the ^Gmpraise of ^Dmpure a^Amton^Cing gr^Bbace, That l^F/Aooked on me and ^Gm7gladly ^Am7took my p^Bblace.