The Love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell.
It goes beyond the highest star and reaches to the lowest hell.
The quilty pair bowed down with care. God gave His son to win.
His erring child He reconciled and pardoned from his sin.
The Love of God how rich and pure, how measureless and strong.
It shall forevermore endure 'the saint and angels' song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the skies of parchment made, were every stalk on earth a quilland every man a scribe by trade, to write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry, nor could the scrollcontain the whole,though stretched from sky to sky --- Thanks for YOUR LOVE,GOD.
It goes beyond the highest star and reaches to the lowest hell.
The quilty pair bowed down with care. God gave His son to win.
His erring child He reconciled and pardoned from his sin.
The Love of God how rich and pure, how measureless and strong.
It shall forevermore endure 'the saint and angels' song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the skies of parchment made, were every stalk on earth a quilland every man a scribe by trade, to write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry, nor could the scrollcontain the whole,though stretched from sky to sky --- Thanks for YOUR LOVE,GOD.
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