Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo
Tom: qualquer

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The love of God is great-er fa-r,

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Than tongue or pen can ev-er tell,

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It goes be-yond the high-est st-ar,

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And reach-es to the low-est hell:

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The guilt-y pair, bowed down with ca-re,

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God gave His So-n to win:

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His err-ing child He rec-on-ci-led

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And par-doned fr-om his sin.

chorus

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O love of God, how rich and pu-re!

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How mea-sure-le-ss and strong.

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It shall for ev-er-more en-du-re

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The sain'ts and a-n-gels song.

verse 2
When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure shall still endure
All measureless and strong:
Redeeming grace to Adam's race
The saints' and angels' song.

verse 3
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill
And ev'ry man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Tho stretched from sky to sky.