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Song Name: The Love of God (Classic Version) By: Frederick M Lehman
Posted By: Morph Difficulty: Beginner
Key: C Genre: Religious
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2009-12-07 01:12:10 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Song: Frederick M. Lehman: The love of God

 6   6  -6   -7 -8  8 -8-8 7-7
The love of God is greater far
 -8    -8   -7 -6  -7  7-7   -7
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
 6   6  -6 -7  -8  8 -8   -87-7
It goes beyond the highest star,
 -8  -8 -7  -6  -7  7 -6   6
And reaches to the lowest hell;
 9   9  9   8     9     9    9   -8
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
 -8  -8   8  -8-6 8 -8 
God gave His Son to win;
 9    9 9    8   9    9  9 -87-7
His erring child He reconciled,
-8   -8   8  -8-6  -7  -7 
And pardoned from his sin.

CHORUS
9  9   9   9   9    -9   8  -87-7
O love of God, how rich and pure!
-8   -8 8 -87-6  8   -8
How measureless and strong!
9    9    9  9  9 -9  8-87-7
It shall forev-ermore endure
-8   -8      8  -87-6 7   6   
The saints� and an-gels� song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God�s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam�s race�
The saints� and angels� song.

CHORUS

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

CHORUS
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