Tom: C
C
F
How deep the Father's love for us,
Am
G
How vast beyond all measure
C
F
That He should give His only Son
Am
G
To make a wretch His treasure
C
F
How great the pain of searing loss,
Am
G
The Father turns His face away
C
F
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Am
G
Bring many sons to glory
C
F
Behold the Man upon a cross,
Am
G
My sin upon His shoulders
C
F
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Am
G
Call out among the scoffers
Instrumental
C
F
It was my sin that held Him there
Am
G
Until it was accomplished
C
F
His dying breath has brought me life
Am
G
I know that it is finished
C
F
I will not boast in anything
Am
G
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
C
F
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
Am
G
His death and resurrection
C
F
Why should I gain from His reward?
Am
G
I cannot give an answer
C
F
But this I know with all my heart
Am
G
His wounds have paid my ransom
C
F
This, I know with all my heart,
Am
G
C
His wounds have paid my ransom.