The Love of God is greater far
Than tounge 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.
When time on earth
shall pass away,
And worldly thrones
And kingdoms fall,
When all men here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills,
And mountains call,
God's love so sure will yet endure,
All measureless and strong,
Redeeming grace to Adam's race
The saint's and angel's song.
Were all the oceans with ink filled
And 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 oceans dry,
Nor could the scroll
Contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.
O love of God, so rich and pure,
So measureless and strong,
It shall forevermore endure
The saint's and angel's song.
I didn't write this marvelous work. I can't remember the name of the author though I once had his name written down. From what I understand he wrote this hymn on the wall of his cell in an insane asylum. To me, no more beautiful words were ever written.
♥ Catherine