D                                             A            D
The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell;
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It goes beyond the highest star, and reaches to the lowest hell;
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The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win;
           G               D                   A7       D
His erring child He recon- ciled, and pardoned from his sin.
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O love of God, how rich and pure! How measure- less and strong!
              G            D                    A7      D
It shall for- evermore en- dure the saints’ and angels’ song.
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When years of time shall pass away, and earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
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When men, who here, refuse to pray, on rocks and hills and mountains call,
              G                 D                    A    A7  D
God’s love so sure, shall still endure, all measure- less and strong;
          G               D                    A7      D
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race the saints’ and angels’ song.
D         G                 D                  A        D
O love of God, how rich and pure! How measure- less and strong!
              G            D                    A7      D
It shall for- evermore en- dure the saints’ and angels’ song.
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Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made,
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Were every stalk on earth a quill, and every man a scribe by trade,
             G           D                      A  A7   D
To write the love of God above, would drain the o- cean dry.
              G                  D                            A7     D
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.
D         G                 D                  A        D
O love of God, how rich and pure! How measure- less and strong!
              G            D                    A7      D
It shall for- evermore en- dure the saints’ and angels’ song.