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The End of the Story Jon Thurlow
C#I know the end of the sG#tory I come up from the wF#ilderness, leaning oG#n my Beloved
Your C#love is so high, Your G#love is so wide Your F#love is so deep, YourG# love is so long
C#Oh oF#h ohG# oh C#oh oF#h ohG#... A#m D#m G# C# F# G# (G#) C# F# G# C# F# I know it’s Your love, it’s written on my heart
And G#there is not a flA#mood D#m that can qG#uench this lC#oveF# I know G#it’s Your C#lovF#e, it?G#??s stronger than thC#e gF#rave
G# A#m D#m G# (C# F#) And death could never take me from this love
F#Death nor life nor angels nor powers G#Present things nor things in the future
F#Height nor depth nor any created G#thing Could separate me from Your love It’C#s Your strong loveF#, Your stronG#g love; it?C#??s Your strong loF#ve, Your G#strong love
It’A#ms Your strong loveD#m, Your strongG# love; it?C#??s Your strong loF#ve, Your G#strong love