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How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

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How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One, bring many sons to glory

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

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How d[G]eep the Father’s lo[Am]v[G]e [C]for us, [G]how vast beyond[Em] [D]all measure
That [G]He should give His[Am] [G]on[C]ly Son,[G] to mak[C]e a wretc[D]h Hi[G]s treasure
How great the pain of s[Am]e[G]aring[C] loss, t[G]he Father turned [Em]His [D]face away
As w[G]ounds which mar the [Am]C[G]hos[C]en One, br[G]ing [C]many s[D]ons[G] to glory

Behol[G]d the man u[Am]p[G]on[C] a cross[G], my sin upon H[Em]i[D]s shoulders
Asham[G]ed, I hear my m[Am]o[G]ck[C]ing voi[G]ce call[C] out amon[D]g th[G]e scoffers
It was my sin that he[Am]l[G]d Him[C] there[G] until it was[Em] acc[D]omplished
His [G]dying breath has bro[Am]u[G]ght[C] me life;[G] I know[C] that i[D]t i[G]s finished

I w[G]ill not boast in[Am] [G]an[C]ything: [G]no gifts, no powe[Em]r[D], no wisdom
But [G]I will boast in [Am]J[G]es[C]us Christ;[G] His death[C] and[D] res[G]urrection
Why should I gain from H[Am]i[G]s re[C]ward? I [G]cannot giv[Em]e an[D] answer
But [G]this I know with [Am]a[G]ll [C]my heart: [G]His wounds[C] have pa[D]id [G]my ransom

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