Mercyme The Love Of God текст песни, слова песни The Love Of God Mercyme
Mercyme - The Love Of God
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
Could we with ink the ocean fil
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 whol
Though stretched from sky to sky
Hallelujah [x3]
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song
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