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



Could we with ink the ocean fil

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 whol

Though stretched from sky to sky



Hallelujah [3x]



O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure

The saints' and angels' song