Stuart Townend - How deep the fathers love for us

How d^Deep the Father's l^Emove

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f^Dor ^Gus, how va^Dst beyond all me^Bmasure ^A That ^Dhe should give his ^Emonl

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y ^DSon^G, to m^Dake a wretch his treas^Aure ^D How gr^Deat the pain of s^Emear

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in^Dg loss^G, the Fa^Dther turns his fac^Bme away^A As w^Dounds which mar the ^Emcho

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se^Dn o^Gne, bring m^Dany sons to g^Alory^D

Behol^Dd the man up^Emon

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a ^Dcro^Gss, my s^Din upon his ^Bmshoul^Aders A^Dshamed, I hear my m^Emock

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in^Dg voic^Ge call o^Dut among the sco^Affers^D It was my sin that h^Emeld

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h^Dim the^Gre un^Dtil it was ^Bmaccomp^Alished His ^Ddying breath has brou^Emght

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m^De li^Gfe I k^Dnow that it is fini^Ashed^D

I^D will not boast in ^Emany

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th^Ding^G: no g^Difts, no power, no w^Bmisdo^Am Bu^Dt I will boast in J^Emesu

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s ^DChri^Gst; his de^Dath and resurre^Action^D Why should I gain from h^Emis

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re^Dwar^Gd? I can^Dnot give an ans^Bmwer ^A But ^Dthis I know with a^Emll

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my^D hea^Grt: his wo^Dunds have paid my ra^Ansom ^D