E                                   A
How deep the father's love for us
         E/B                     E/B   B
How vast beyond all measure
         E                            A
That he should give his only son
       E/B                     Bsus B  E
To make a wretch his treasure
         E                           A
How great the pain of searing loss
        E                      C#m  B
The father turns his face away
         E                                   A
As wounds which mar the chosen one
          E/B                Bsus B E
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the lamb upon a cross
My sin upon his shoulders
Asahmed 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 any thing
No gifts no power no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
What 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