D Em D G D Asus-A How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure D Em-D G D A D That he should give his only son, to make a wretch his treasure Em-D G D Bm A How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned his face away D Em-D G D A D As wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory D Em D G D Asus-A Behold the man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders D Em-D G D A D Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that h^Emeld h^Dim the^Gre un^Dtil it was acc^Bmomplis^Ahed His ^Ddying breath has brou^Emght ^Dme l^Gife; I k^Dnow that it is f^Ainis^Dhed

D Em D G D Asus-A I will not boast in anything: no gifts, no power, no wisdom D Em-D G D A D But I will boast in Jesus Christ; his death and resurrection

Why should I gain from h^Emis r^Dewa^Grd? I c^Dannot give an ^Bmans^Awer But ^Dthis I know with a^Emll m^Dy he^Gart: his wo^Dunds have paid my ^Arans^Dom

Stuart Townsend - How deep the fathers love for us