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O love of God, how rich and pure,
How measureless and strong.
It shall forevermore endure, the saints' and angels' song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every one 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 forevermore endure, the saints' and angels' song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every one 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 forevermore endure, the saints' and angels' song.
O love of God, how rich and pure,
How measureless and strong.
It shall forevermore endure, the saints' and angels' song.
