E F#m Am A
How deep the Father's love for us
E/G# C#m B
How vast beyond all measure
E F#m Am A
That He would give His only Son
E/B B E
To make a wretch His treasure
E/G# C#m B A
How great the pain of searing loss
E/G# C#m B
The Father turns His face away
E F#m Am A
As wounds which mar the chosen One
E/B B E
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross
My guilt 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 powr's, 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
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