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 how pure!
strong!
It shall endure—
The saints’ angels’ song.
hoary time shall away,
And earthly thrones fall;
who here to pray,
On rocks hills mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall endure,
strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ angels’ song.
Could with ink the fill,
were the of parchment made;
were ev’ry stalk on quill,
scribe by trade;
to write the love of God above
would the dry;
could the scroll the whole,
though stretched from to sky.