How Deep the Father's Love for Us

Written by Stuart Townend

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E F#m G#m A How deep the Father's love for us E/G# C#m B How vast beyond all measure E F#m G#m A That He would give His only Son E/B B E To make a wretch His treasure E/G# C#m B A How great the pain of searing loss E/G# C#m B The Father turns His face away E F#m G#m A As wounds which mar the chosen One E/B BE Bring many sons to glory 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 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

Iubirea-adnc-a Tatlui, nimic nu o msoar, Ce-avea mai scump El drui, fcnd din noi comoar. Durere de nenchipuit, cci Tatl i-a-ntors faa Pe Cel ales L-a prsit, iar nou ne-a dat viaa!//s-aduca fii in glorie Iubirea Lui, nimic nu o msoar! La Fiul rstignit privesc, pcatu-mi cum l frnge n rnd cu cei ce l hulesc i vocea mea-L strpunge. Pe cruce Eu Te-am intuit dar cnd i-ai dat suflarea,//De dragul meu ai stat intins Al nopii chin s-a risipit i mi-ai adus iertarea! Iubirea Lui, nimic nu o msoar! Cu ce-a putea s m mndresc cci daruri n-am, nici fapte, Cu nvierea-I m flesc, cu salvatoarea-I moarte. O, nu-s de-ajuns spre-a-i mulumi, nici cnt, nici osanale, Christos cu viaa Sa plti, a mea rscumprare! Iubirea Lui, nimic nu o msoar!
Intro: D Em7 D/F# G2 D Iubireaadancaa Tatalui, D Ceavea mai scump El darui, D/F# D G/B D/A G2 Em7 D/F# G2 D/F# D/A D/A A7sus4 A7 D Em7 D/F# G2 D/F# Em7 D/F# G2 D/A Bm7 A7sus4 A7 A7sus4 A7 Bm7 A7sus4 A7 A7sus4 A7 D

nimic nu o masoara, facand din noi comoara.

Durere de neinchipuit, caci Tatal Siantors fata Pe Cel ales La parasit, iar D Em7 D/F# G2 D/A A7sus4 A7 D noua nea dat viata!

La Fiul rastignit privesc, pacatumi cum Il frange In rand cu cei ce Il hulesc si vocea meaL strapunge. Pe cruce Eu Team tintuit dar cand Tiai dat suflarea, Al noptii chin sa risipit si miai adus iertarea! D Em7 D/F# G2 D/A A7sus4 A7 D

Cu ceas putea sa ma mandresc caci daruri nam, nici fapte, Cu inviereaI ma falesc, cu salvatoareaI moarte.

O, nus deajuns spreaTi multumi, nici cant, nici osanale, Christos cu viata Sa plati, a mea rascumparare!