| 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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| CHORUS
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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.
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| When years of time shall pass away,
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| And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
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| When men, who here refuse to pray,
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| On rocks and hills and mountains call,
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| Gods love so sure, shall still endure,
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| All measureless and strong;
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| Redeeming grace to Adams race
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| The saints and angels song.
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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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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| REPEAT CHORUS |