Matt Gilman - Though you were rich

Born a ^Gbabe a ^D/F#virgin b^Emirth M^G/By God the hi^Amgh and ^G/Blofty One You came to^D earth To be a^Em slave s^Dervant ^Cof all Yo^G/Bu washed m^Amy feet Y^G/Bou took my fa^Dll

Though You w^Gere rich, You became^D/F# poor That You woul^Emd die, that I might liv^Ce You poured o^Gut Your soul even to^D/F# death Taking m^Emy sin just to forgiv^Ce

Then they ^Gled You^D/F# down the ^Emroad T^G/Bo a hill ca^Amlled Ca^G/Blvary You took the nai^Dls in Your hand^Ems and f^Deet You ^Cdrank the^G/B cup of ^Amwrath that was^G/B reserved for me

Laid in the ground a^G stone^D/F# cold tomb ^Em T^G/Bhe wrath of G^Amod rest^G/Bing on You You knew no^D sin yet sin beca^Emme Fro^Dm the found^Cation Y^G/Bou were the^Am Lamb who^G/B was slain^D

Up from the ^Ggrave You^D/F# rose aga^Emin Yo^G/Bu hold the k^Ameys of deat^G/Bh and hell You conq^Duered sin You paid my^Em debt ^Da cost^Cly price I^G/B know that^Am I will be with ^G/BYou in para^Ddise