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     D                Em7  D/F#  Gadd2     D/F#            Bm7  A7sus4 A7
How deep the Father's love for   us,   how vast beyond all mea- sure
     D                  Em7  D/F#  Gadd2     D/A               A7sus4  A7  D
That he should give his on - ly    son,   to make a wretch his trea   -    sure
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How great the pain of sear-ing  loss, the Father turns his face a-way
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As wounds which mar the cho-sen   one,   bring many sons to glo   -    ry

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Behold the man upon a cross, my sin 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 power, 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