The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And saves us from the lowest hell.
Though guilty we, yet on the tree
God gave His Son to win;
All who believe are reconciled,
And pardoned from their sin.
Chorus:
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
The saints’ eternal song.
When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refused God’s grace,
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 saints’ eternal 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.