The Love Of God Is Greater Far Chords & Lyrics - Misc Traditional
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[VERSE]
[E]The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or [B]pen can ever [E]tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches [B]to the lowest[E] hell
The guilty [A]pair, bowed down with [E]care
God gave His [B]Son to [E]win
His erring [A]child He recon[E]ciled
And pardoned [B]from his [E]sin
[CHORUS]
Oh, love of [A]God, how rich and [E]pure
How measure[B]less and [E]strong
It shall for[A]evermore en[E]dure
The saints’ and [B]angels’ [E]song
[VERSE]
[E]When hoary time shall pass away
And earthly thr[B]ones and king[E]doms fall
When men who here refuse to pray
On rocks and[B] hills and mo[E]untains call
God’s love [A]so sure, shall[E] still endure
All measurele[B]ss and st[E]rong
Redeeming g[A]race to Adam’s[E] race
The saints’ a[B]nd angels[E]’ song
[CHORUS]
[E]Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sk[B]ies of parchm[E]ent mdae
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every ma[B]n a scribe by[E] trade
To write th[A]e love of God [E]above
Would drain t[B]he ocean [E]dry
Nor could t[A]he scroll cont[E]ain the whole
Though stretc[B]hed from [E]sky to sky
[E]The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or [B]pen can ever [E]tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches [B]to the lowest[E] hell
The guilty [A]pair, bowed down with [E]care
God gave His [B]Son to [E]win
His erring [A]child He recon[E]ciled
And pardoned [B]from his [E]sin
[CHORUS]
Oh, love of [A]God, how rich and [E]pure
How measure[B]less and [E]strong
It shall for[A]evermore en[E]dure
The saints’ and [B]angels’ [E]song
[VERSE]
[E]When hoary time shall pass away
And earthly thr[B]ones and king[E]doms fall
When men who here refuse to pray
On rocks and[B] hills and mo[E]untains call
God’s love [A]so sure, shall[E] still endure
All measurele[B]ss and st[E]rong
Redeeming g[A]race to Adam’s[E] race
The saints’ a[B]nd angels[E]’ song
[CHORUS]
[E]Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sk[B]ies of parchm[E]ent mdae
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every ma[B]n a scribe by[E] trade
To write th[A]e love of God [E]above
Would drain t[B]he ocean [E]dry
Nor could t[A]he scroll cont[E]ain the whole
Though stretc[B]hed from [E]sky to sky
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