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 only Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled; you and I pardoned from his sin.
O love of God, how rich and pure, it shall forevermore endure.
How measureless and strong, the saints' and angels' song we sing,
"Holy! Holy!"
When age and time shall pass away and earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men here refuse to pray, and rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure, will still endure, all measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race shall be the saints' and angels' 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.
O love of God, how rich and pure, it shall forevermore endure.
How measureless and strong, the saints' and angels' song we sing,