The love of God is greater far
than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
and reaches to the lowest hell.
The guilty pair bowed down with care,
God gave his Son to win;
His erring child he reconciled
and pardoned from his sin.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
the saints’ and angels’ song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
and earthly things 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.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
and were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
and every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
tho’ stretched from sky to sky.