Sara Groves
The Love of God
Intro
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Verse 1
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| The love of | God is gre | ater | far |
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| Than | tongue or | pen can ever | tell |
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| It goes bey | ond the | highest s | tar |
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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 c | hild He recon | ciled |
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| And pardoned | from his | sin |
Chorus
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| O | love of | God how rich and | pure |
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| How measure | less | and st | rong |
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| It | shall for | evermore en | dure |
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| The saints and | angels s | ong |
Turn
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Verse 2
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| Could we with | ink the | ocean | fill |
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| And | were the s | kies of parchment | made |
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| Were | every | tree 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 a | bove |
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| Would drain the | ocean | dry |
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| Nor | could the s | croll contain the | whole |
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| Though stretched from | sky to | sky |
Chorus (2X)
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| O | love of | God how rich and | pure |
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| How measure | less | and st | rong |
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| It | shall for | evermore en | dure |
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| The saints and | angels s | ong |
Outro
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Ending
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