ag i A SE TORS — ee ee p Written by Stuart Townend D Be 3 G D> Asus-A How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure D En-D G D aD at he should give his only son, to make a wretch his treasure Em-D) D 3m iow great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned his face D sm-D D AD As wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory s >. Asus-A Behold the man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders D “DS . A oo Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers mm dD 6 =D Bm A it was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished Em DG D AD has brought me life; I know that it is finished > en meu Bm D ¢ D Asus-A 1 not boast in anything: no gifts, no power, no wisdom em-3 S. D A oD will boast in Jesus Christ; his death and resurrection En DG > Bn A Why should I"gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer D En DG D A But this I know with all my heart: his wounds have paid ayPATAERS