"Win My Soul"-- Lyric Video Chords

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In evil long I took delight, _ unawed by shame or guilt.
My soul as cold, as black as night, my heart so _ _ unfulfilled. _
Until I saw Him on the cross, in agony and blood.
I knew His pain, His death, His loss were evidence of _ love.
_ _ _ His broken flesh, [C#m] His loathed state [F#m] I never will [E] forget.
_ [A] This humbling truth [C#m] I can't escape, [D] I [A] sentenced [E] Him to death.
[F#m] My sin, the [A] crime that led Him there, [D] my punishment [E] He bore.
[A] But by His wounds [B] my life was [D] spared [A] and freed [E] _ _ [A] _ forevermore. _
_ _ _ Praise the One who [E] climbed the hill and [A] stormed the very [F#m] gates of hell.
Went [A] to war with [E] death itself to [A] end my soul. _
_ _ _ Praise the One who climbed [E] the hill and [F#m] stormed the very [A] gates of hell.
Went to war with death itself to end my soul. _
_ _ _ And sin no longer [C#m] rules my heart, [F#m] it has no [E] hold or sway.
[A] For Christ controls [C#m] my every part [D] and guides me in [E] His way.
[F#m] I'm free, I'm free, [A] I will proclaim, [D] _ awakened by [E] His love.
_ [A] My life, my all, [B] in Jesus' _ [D] name, [A] there is [E] no [A] name above. _ _ _ _
[B] _ [A] Praise the One who [E] climbed the hill and stormed the [A] very [F#m] gates of hell.
Went [A] to war with [E] death itself to end [A] my soul. _ _ _
Praise the One who climbed [E] the hill and [F#m] stormed the very [A] gates of hell.
Went [D] to war with [E] death itself to end [D] my soul.
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_ And finally I complete my task, [F#m] I'll stand before my God.
[A] My clothes shall be [C#m] as spotless as [D] the Lamb who spilled [E] His blood.
[F#m] And when I hear [A] the voices raised [D] of all the saints [E] as one,
[A] I'll gladly join to shout [D] His praise.
_ Oh, _ [C#m] and this [E] will be [A] my song. _
_ _ Praise [D] the One who climbed [E] the hill and [A] stormed the very gates [F#m] of hell.
Went [D] to war with death [E] itself to end [A] my soul. _
_ _ Praise the One who climbed [E] the hill and [A] stormed the very gates of hell.
Went to war with [E] death itself to end [F#m] my soul. _
_ _ Praise [D] the One who climbed [E] the hill and stormed [F#m] the very gates [A] of hell.
And went [D] to war with death [E] itself to end [F#m] my soul. _
[C#m] He went [D] to war with death [E] itself to end [A] my soul. _
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