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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 only Son to win |
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His erring child He reconciled: |
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You and I pardoned from our sin. |
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Oh love of God, how rich and pure! |
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It shall forevermore endure |
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How measureless and strong! |
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The saints' and angels' song we sing |
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Holy, holy |
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When ancient time shall pass away, |
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And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall |
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When men here refuse to pray, |
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And rocks and hills and mountains call |
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God's love, so sure, shall still endure |
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All measureless and strong |
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Redeeming grace to Adam's race |
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Shall be the saints' and angels' song |
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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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How measureless and strong! |
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The saints' and angels' song we sing |
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Holy, holy |
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How measureless and strong! |
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The saints' and angels' song we sing |
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Holy, holy |
