Tom: D
D A D
The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell;
A7 D
It goes beyond the highest star, and reaches to the lowest hell;
G D A A7 D
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.
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.
D A D
When years of time shall pass away, and earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
A7 D
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.
D A D
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.
