ࡱ>  Root Entry( Jr`[ꣿ MatOST3ꣿ3ꣿMMMN0   !"#$%&'()*+,.NDS T      =/8d t 2T The Love Of God An Easter hymn The love of God seems without end, is hard to comprehend. For in His love for all mankind, so we His Way may find, He sent to us His only Son, Who prayed His Father's will be done. On Golgotha, that dreary place, mankind again found grace. We praise Him Who was crucified, the Lamb Who for us died. For He is risen from the dead, now of His church the head. And all who do believe are blest, for Jesus gives them peace and rest. Oh, what a joy, give praise to God, to be a child of God. 't Was Jesus Christ Himself Who said what makes the angels glad, is when a sinner does confess, no longer will trangress. So join the angels in their song, give thanks for all to Him belong. Your voices raise, sing to Him praise, all praise God for His grace. Look for the day, that we all may see Him when He returns. 't Is for that day creation yearns, the heart of Christians burns. We then will see Him on His throne and be with Him, forever home. Maranatha, hallelujah, sing praise, hallelujah. In part a paraphrase on a hymn by Johannes de Heer. Text: Adrian Vermeulen-Miller  -7{uo{o{$  -/Sk '*Lgqqkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !g),Ro8;^xyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy47lyyyy g Times New Roman =/8=/8d ( JrMicrosoft Works MSWorksWPDoc9qCompObj-U