
The Love of God
The love of God is greater far
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 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.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall for evermore endure
The saints' and angels' song.
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My life has been instilled
By a hope that never moves
And yet it moves me still
So Im crying out to you
Use Me
So I can take Your fame and glory
For all to see
No matter where youre hand may lead me
I will Go
I will go
To make You known
I will go
I cant keep you to myself
My heart is just too small
Theres so many left to tell
That You came for one and all
Use me
So I can take Your fame and Glory
For all too see
No matter where Youre hand may lead me
For a dying world in need
For the hungry and the weak
For the sinner scared to speak
I will go
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