| The love of God is greater far
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| Than tongue or pen can ever tell
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| It goes beyond the highest star
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| And reaches to the lowest hell
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| The guilty pair, bowed down with care
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| God gave His Son to win
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| His erring child He reconciled
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| And pardoned from his sin
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| Could we with ink the ocean fill
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| And were the skies of parchment made
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| Were every stalk on earth a quill
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| And every man a scribe by trade
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| To write the love of God above
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| Would drain the ocean dry
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| Nor could the scroll contain the whole
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| Though stretched from sky to sky
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| O love of God, how rich and pure!
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| How measureless and strong!
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| It shall forevermore endure
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| The saints' and angels' song |