Tom: Dm
Dm
Amazed, I turn, grown strangely bold;
Dm
This wondrous thing to see;
Gm
And there the dying Lord behold
Dm Gm Dm
Stretched on the bloody tree
Dm
'Sinner', he cried, 'behold the head
Dm
This thorny wreath entwine;
Dm Gm
Look on those wounded hands and read
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Thy name in crimson lines.'
Dm
The power, the sweetness of that voice
Dm
My stony heart does move;
Dm Gm
Makes me in Christ my Lord rejoice
Dm Gm Dm
And melts my soul to love
Dm Gm Dm
And melts my soul to love
Dm Gm Dm
And melts my soul to love
