Verse one:
D                     Em7   D/F#   G  
How deep the Father's love  for  us
    D/F#             Bm   A
How vast beyond all measure
D                  Em7   D/F#   G   
That He would give His  only  Son
D/F#               A   D
To make a wretch His treasure

      D               Em7  D/F#  G 
How great the pain of searing loss
D/F#              Bm         A
The Father turns His face away
     D                  Em7  D/F#  G 
As wounds which mar the chosen  One
D/F#                A   D
Bring many sons to glory

Verse two:
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

Verse three:
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
Artist: Nichole Nordeman
Album: Worship Together: Favorites
CCLI: 1558110

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