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 every child, He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
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,
Though stretched from sky to sky!
Oh love of God!
How rich and pure!
How measureless, and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
The saints and angels song!
Oh love of God!
How rich and pure!
How measureless, and strong!
It shall forevermore endure!
The saints and angels song!
Oh love of God!
How rich and pure!
How measureless, and strong!
It shall forevermore endure!
The saints and angels song!