The love of God is greater far
Than tongue and 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

When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who were 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 saint's and angles' 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

Love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song