Mercyme - The love of god

^DThe love of God is greater far Than tongue or ^Apen can ever ^Dtell It goes ^Dbeyond the highest star And reaches ^Ato the lowest ^Dhell

The guilty ^Gpair, bowed down with ^Dcare God gave His ^ASon to ^Dwin His erring ^Gchild, He recon^Dciled And pardoned ^Afrom his ^Dsin

Could we with ^Dink, the ocean fill And were the ^Askies, of parchment ^Dmade Were every ^Dstalk on earth a quill And every ^Aman, a scribe by ^Dtrade

To write the ^Glove of God ^Dabove Would drain the ^Aocean ^Ddry Nor could the ^Gscroll contain the ^Dwhole Though stretched from ^Asky to ^Bmsky^{G Bm G}

Halle^Bmluja^Gh, halle^Bmluja^Gh, halle^Cluja^Emh

Oh love of ^GGod, how rich and ^Dpure How measure^Aless and ^Dstrong It shall for^Gevermore en^Bmdure The saints' and ^Aangels' ^Dsong.