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How dDeep the Father's Em7love D/F#for G2us, how D/F#vast beyond all Bm7mea- A7sus4sure A7 That Dhe should give his Em7on - D/F#ly G2son, to D/Amake a wretch his A7sus4trea -A7 Dsure How D/F#great the pain of G/Bsear-D/Aing G2loss, the D/F#Father turns his Bm7face a-A7sus4way A7 As wDounds which mar the Emcho-D/F#sen G2one, bring D/Amany sons toA7sus4 glo -A7 Dry
Em7 D/F# G2 D/A A7sus4 A7 D 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