Verse 1
The m[C#m]ystery of the c[A]ross
I cannot [E]compre[B]hend.
The [C#m]agonies of C[A]alva[B]ry
[C#m]You the perfect [A]Holy One, c[E]rushed Your S[B]on
Who dr[A]ank the bitter cup reserved for [B]me
Chorus
Your [E]blood has [B]washed away my [C#m]sin. Jesus, [A]thank You
The [E]Father’s wrath compl[B]etely satis[C#m]fied.
Jesus, t[A]hank You
[C#m]Once Your enem[B]y, now s[E]eated at Your t[A]able.
Jesus, t[B]hank You
Verse 2
[C#m]By Your perfect [A]sacrifice, I’ve [E]been brought [B]near
Your [C#m]enemy You’ve [A]made Your f[B]riend
[C#m]Pouring out the [A]riches of Your [E]glorious [B]grace
Your [A]mercy and Your kindness know no [B]end
Bridge
[C#m]Lover [B/D#]of my s[E]oul. I want to [C#m]live [B]for [A]You
