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
Could we with ink the ocean fil 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 whol Though stretched from sky to sky
Hallelujah
O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song
