The love of God is greater far

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 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.

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.