Chris Tomlin - At the cross

There’s a ^Emplace, where ^Dmercy ^Greigns and never ^Cdies There’s a ^Emplace, where ^Dstreams of ^Ggrace flows deep and ^Cwide

All the ^Dlove, I’ve e^Cver found Comes like a ^Dflood, comes flowing^C down

^CAt the cross, at the cross I ^Gsurrender my life I’m in ^Dawe of you; I’m in ^Amawe of you Where your ^Clove ran red, and my s^Gins washed white I owe ^Dall to you, I owe ^Amall to you ^CJesus ^G

There’s ^Ema place, wher^De sin ^Gand shame are pow^Cerless Where my h^Emeart has peac^De with God,^G and forgiveness ^C

All the ^Dlove, I’ve e^Cver found Comes like a ^Dflood, comes flowing^C down

^CAt the cross, at the cross I ^Gsurrender my life I’m in ^Dawe of you; I’m in ^Amawe of you Where your ^Clove ran red, and my s^Gins washed white I owe ^Dall to you, I owe ^Amall to you

^CHere my hope is found, ^Emhere on holy ground ^GHere I bow down, ^Dhere I bow down ^CHere arms open wide, ^Emhere you saved my life ^GHere I bow down, ^Dhere I bow

^CAt the cross, at the cross I ^Gsurrender my life I’m in ^Dawe of you; I’m in ^Amawe of you Where your ^Clove ran red, and my s^Gins washed white I owe ^Dall to you, I owe ^Amall to you... I owe ^Dall to you, I owe ^Amall to you ^GJesus S^Cavior^C of the^G world ^CJesus S^Cavior ^Cof the world^D Your ^Clove ran red, Your ^Glove ran red ^{C C C C G}