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The love of | God is gre | ater | far |
A/C# | E | A | |
Than | tongue or | pen can ever | tell |
A | D | A | |
It goes bey | ond the | highest s | tar |
E | A | |
And reaches | to the lowest | hell |
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The | guilty | pair bowed down with | care |
E | A | |
God gave His | Son to | win |
A/C# | D | A | |
His | erring c | hild He recon | ciled |
E | A | |
And pardoned | from his | sin |
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O | love of | God how rich and | pure |
E | D | A | |
How measure | less | and st | rong |
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It | shall for | evermore en | dure |
E | (A) | |
The saints and | angels s | ong |
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A | D | A | D | E | A | |
A | D | A | |
Could we with | ink the | ocean | fill |
A/C# | E | A | |
And | were the s | kies of parchment | made |
D | A | D | A | |
Were | every | tree on | earth a | quill |
E | A | |
And every | man a scribe by | trade |
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To | write the | love of God a | bove |
E | A | |
Would drain the | ocean | dry |
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Nor | could the s | croll contain the | whole |
E | A | |
Though stretched from | sky to | sky |
A/C# | D | A/C# | |
O | love of | God how rich and | pure |
E | D | A | |
How measure | less | and st | rong |
A/C# | D | A/C# | |
It | shall for | evermore en | dure |
E | (A) | |
The saints and | angels s | ong |
A | D | A | A | D | |
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D | E | A | |