There's a wideness in God's mercy I cannot find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning to melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning, keeps me glad to have been caught
In the wreckless raging fury that they call the love of God
Now I've seen no band of angels but I've heard the soldier's songs
Every-widening their mercies and the fury of His love
Oh the love of God
And oh, the love of God
The love of God
Joy and sorrow are this ocean and in their every ebb and flow
In the wreckless raging fury that they call the love of God
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