The Love Of God
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell,
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.
When mortal time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones 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.
Oh love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure,
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.
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.