| INTRO |
| |D • • • | | D • • • | | G • • • | | G • • • | |
| |D • • • | | D • • • | | G • • • | | G • • • | |
| VS1 |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| How | deep the | Father's | love for us |
| D | Asus | A | |
| How | vast beyond all meas - | ure |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| That | He should | give His | only Son |
| D/A | A | D | |
| To | make a wretch His | trea - | sure |
| D/F# | G | |
| How great the | pain of | searing loss, |
| D | Asus | A | |
| The | Father turns His face a | way |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| As | wounds which | mar the | chosen One, |
| D/A | A | D | |
| Bring | many sons to | glo - | ry |
| INTER |
| |D • • • | | D • • • | | G • • • | | G • • • | |
| VS2 |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| Be | hold the | Man u | pon a cross, |
| D | Asus | A | |
| My | sin upon His shoul - | ders |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| A | shamed I | hear my | mocking voice, |
| D | A | D | |
| Call | out among the | scof - | fers |
| D/F# | G | |
| It was my | sin that | left Him there |
| D | Asus | A | |
| Un - | til it was accom - | plished |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| His | dying | breath has | brought me life |
| D/A | A | D | |
| I | know that it is | fin - | ished |
| INTER |
| |D • • • | | D • • • | | G • • • | | G • • • | |
| VS3 |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| I | will not | boast in | anything |
| D | Asus | A | |
| No | gifts, no power, no wis - | dom |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| But | I will | boast in | Jesus Christ |
| D | A | D | |
| His | death and resur - | rec - | tion |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| Why | should I | gain from | His reward? |
| D | Asus | A | |
| I | cannot give an an | swer |
| D | D/F# | G | |
| But | this I | know with | all my heart |
| D/A | A | D | |
| His | wounds have paid my | ran - | som |
| INTER |
| |D • • • |D • • • |G • • • |G • • • | |
| TAG |
| D | D/F# | G | G#dim7 | |
| But | this I | know with | all my | heart |
| D/A | A#dim7 | |
| His | wounds have paid my | ransom |
| OUTRO |
| |D • • • | | D • • • | | G • • • | | G • • • | | D |