Todd Agnew's version of Grace Like Rain and a seldom-printed verse of How Great Thou Art by Carl Gustav Boberg (1885).
Dm Bb F C
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Dm Bb F C
That saved a wretch like me
Dm Bb F C
I once was lost but now I'm found
Dm Bb F C
Was blind but now I see so clearly
Dm Bb(2x)
Dm Bb F C
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
Dm Bb F C
And grace my fears relieved
Dm Bb F C
How precious did that grace appear
Dm Bb F C
The hour I first believed
Dm Bb F C
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Dm Bb F C
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away (washed away)
Dm Bb(2x)
Dm Bb F C
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Dm Bb F C
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
Dm Bb F C
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
Dm Bb F C
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Chorus (2x)
Dm Bb F C
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Dm Bb F C
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away (washed away)
Dm Bb F C (2x)
Dm Bb (2x)
Dm Em7 Cadd9 Cadd9addG# EmMaj7
E/A Asus2
E/A Asus2
Asus2 E/A Dmaj7sus2
When burdens press, and seem beyond endurance,
Asus2 E/A Asus2
Bowed down with grief, to Him I lift my face;
E/A Asus2 Dmaj7sus2
And then in love He brings me sweet assurance:
Asus2 E/A Asus2
'My child! for thee sufficient is my grace'.
Dmaj7sus2 Asus2
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
E/A Asus2
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Dmaj7sus2 Asus2
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
Bm7add6 Bm7 E/A Asus2
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Asus2 E/A Dmaj7sus2
And when at last, the clouds of doubt dispersing,
Asus2 E/A Asus2
You will reveal what we but dimly see;
E/A Asus2 Dmaj7sus2
With trumpet call, our great rebirth announcing,
Asus2 E/A Asus2
We shall rejoin you for eternity
Dmaj7sus2 Asus2
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
E/A Asus2
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Dmaj7sus2 Asus2
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
Bm7add6 Bm7 E/A Asus2
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
E/A Asus2
How Deep the Father’s Love for Us
Stuart Townend
D Em7 D/F# G
How deep the fathers love for us
D/F# Bm7 A
How vast beyond all mea-sure
D Em7 D/F# G
That He should give his on--ly son
D/A A7 D
To make a wretch His trea-sure
D Em7 D/F# G
How great the pain of sear-ing loss
D/F# Bm7 A
The Father turns His face away
D Em7 D/F# G
As wounds which mar the Cho-sen One
D/A A7 D
Bring many son's to glo-ry
D G D G
D Em7 D/F# G
Behold the Man upon the cross
D/F# Bm7 A
My sin upon His shoul-der
D Em7 D/F# G
Ashamed I hear my mock-ing voice
D/A A7 D
Call out among the sco-ffers
D Em7 D/F# G
It was my sin that held Him there
D/F# Bm7 A
Until it was accom-plished
D Em7 D/F# G
His dying breath has brought me life
D/A A7 D
I know that it is fin-ished
D G D G
D Em7 D/F# G
I will not boast in an—-y----thing
D/F# Bm7 A
No gifts no power no wis-dom
D Em7 D/F# G
But I will boast in Je--sus Christ
D/A A7 D
His death and resurrec-tion
D Em7 D/F# G
Why should I gain from His re---ward
D/F# Bm7 A
I cannot give an an--swer
D Em7 D/F# G
But this I know with all my heart
D/A A7 D
His wounds have paid my ran-som
D Em7 D/F# G
Why should I gain from His re---ward
D/F# Bm7 A
I cannot give an an--swer
D Em7 D/F# G
But this I know with all my heart
D/A A7 D
His wounds have paid my ran-som
At the Cross
Words: Isaac Watts 1674-1748
Tune: Ralph Hudson 1843-1901
Category: The Cross
D Dsus2 D A Asus2 D G D Em D A
1 A-las! and did my Savi- or bleed? And did my Sov-'reign die?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned up -on the tree?
3 Well might the sun in dark -ness hide And shut His glo-ries in,
4 But drops of grief can ne'er re -pay The debt of love I owe.
D Dsus2 D D G D A A7 D
1 Would He de- vote that sa- cred head For such a worm as I!
2 A-maz -ing pit-y! grace un- known! And love be-yond de- gree!
3 When Christ, the might-y Mak - er, died For man the crea-ture's sin.
4 Here, Lord, I give my- self a- way 'Tis all that I can do!
Chorus
D Dsus4 D A Asus2 A
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
A Asus4 A7 D
And the bur-den of my heart rolled a-way
Dsus2 D G D F#m Bm
It was there by faith I received my sight,
A A7 D
And now I am hap-py all the day!
Nothing But the Blood
Words: Robert Lowry 1826-1899
Tune: Robert Lowry 1826-1899
Performed the Jacob way
[Ornately fingerpicked, almost bored]
G D G D G
What can wash a- way my sin? Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
G D G (rit)
What can make me whole a-gain? Nothing but the blood...
E--------------------------------------------
B--------------------------------------------
G--------------------------------------------
D-----------0--------------------------------
A-------0-2---2-------0-2-2-0(hold)----------------
E-3-3-3---------3-3-3--------------3-3-3-3-3-3-3
[Palm-muted bass string of chord only, quietly urgent]
G D/F# G D/F# G
For my par-don this I see- Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
G D/F# G D/F# G
For my cleans-ing this my plea Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
[Palm-muted full chord]
Chorus
G D/F# G D/F# Dsus2/E D/F#
O! Pre-cious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
G D/F# G D/F# G
No oth-er fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Je-sus.
[Open hand strum, mezzo-forte)
G D G D G
Noth-ing can for sin a-tone Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
G D G D G
Naught of good that I have done Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
G D G D Dsus2 D G
O! Pre-cious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
G D G D G
No oth-er fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Je-sus.
[strum with pick full voiced belt]
G D G D G
This is all my hope and peace-Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
G D G D G
This is all my right-eous-ness Nothing but the blood of Je-sus
[a capella]
G D G D Dsus2 D G
O! Pre-cious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
G D G [dim] D G
No oth-er fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Je-sus.
It Is Well With My Soul
C G F G7 C
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
Am D G
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
C F A7 Dm D7 G
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
C F C/G G C
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
C G
It is well (It is well)
G C
With my soul (With my soul)
F C/G G7 C
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
C G F G7 C
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Am D G
Let this blest assurance control,
C F A7 Dm D7 G
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
C F C/G G C
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
(chorus)
C G F G7 C
My sin, o, the joy of this glorious thought!
Am D G
My sin, not in part but the whole
C F A7 Dm D7 G
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
C F C/G G C
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
(chorus)
C G F G7 C
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
Am D G
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
C F A7 Dm D7 G
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
C F C/G G C
Even so, it is well with my soul.
(chorus)