The love of God is great 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 fill

And were the skies of parchment made,


Were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill


And ev'ry 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.





O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!


It shall forevermore endure -


The saints' and angels' song