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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 Son to win
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His erring child He reconciled
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And pardoned from his sin
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Could we with ink the ocean fil
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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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O love of God, how rich and pure!
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How measureless and strong!
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It shall forevermore endure
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The saints' and angels' song