The Love of God

1. The love of God is great- er far Than tongue or pen can ev- er tell, It goes be- yond the high- est star, And reach- es to the low- est hell; The guilt- y pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win; His err- ing child, He rec- on- ciled, And par- doned from his sin. Oh love of God, how rich and pure! How meas- ure- less and strong! It shall for- ev- er- more en- dure, The saints' and an- gels' song.

2. When hoar- y time shall pass a- way, And earth- ly thrones and king- doms fall; When men who here re- fuse to pray, On rocks and hills and moun- tains call; God's love, so sure, shall still en- dure, All meas- ure- less and strong; Re- deem- ing grace to Ad- am's race\- The saints' and an- gels' song.

3. Could we with ink the o- cean fill, And were the skies of parch- ment made, Were ev- ery stalk on earth a quill And ev- ery man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God a- bove Would drain the o- cean dry; Nor could the scroll con- tain the whole, Tho' stretched from sky to sky.