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
Oh love of God how rich and pure How measureless and strong It shall forevermore endure The saint's and angel's 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
