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GHow deep the fatAmhers Am7loveC for us How vGast beyond all EmmeasuDre That GHe should give hisAm onAm7ly sDon And mGake a wretch His tDreasGure How gGreat the pain of AmseaAm7ring lCoss The FaGther turns His fEmace aDway As woGunds which mar the AmChoAm7sen OCne Bring mGany son's to DgloGry G C G C
BehGold the Man uAmpon Am7the crCoss My sGin upon His sEmhoulDder AsGhamed I hear my AmmocAm7king vGoice Call oGut amoung the sDcoffGers It wGas my sin that hAmeld Am7Him thCere UnGtil it was acEmcompliDshed His dyGing breath has brAmoughtAm7 me lCife I kGnow that it is fDinisGhed G C G D
I wAill not boast inAm anAm7ythiCng No giAfts no power no F#mwisdEom But AI will boast in JBmesus ChDrist His deAath and resurrEectiAon Why shAould I from BmHis reDward I caAnnot give an F#manswEer But tAhis I know with all Bmmy hDeart His woAunds have paid my rEansAom