What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient
all knowing
He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many
His mercy is more
What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father
so tender
is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest
the vilest
the poor
Praise the Lord
Stronger than darkness
new every morn
What riches of kindness He lavished on us
His blood was the payment
His life was the cost
We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford
His mercy is mоre
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