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

It was my sin that h^Dmeld h^Cim the^Fre un^Ctil it was acc^Amomplis^Ghed His ^Cdying breath has brou^Dmght ^Cme l^Fife; I k^Cnow that it is f^Ginis^Ched

C Dm C F C Gsus-G I will not boast in anything: no gifts, no power, no wisdom C Dm-C F C G C But I will boast in Jesus Christ; his death and resurrection

Why should I gain from h^Dmis r^Cewa^Frd? I c^Cannot give an ^Amans^Gwer But ^Cthis I know with a^Dmll m^Cy he^Fart: his wo^Cunds have paid my ^Grans^Com

Stuart Townsend - How deep the fathers love for us