The love of God is greater farThan tongue or pen can ever tellIt goes beyond the highest starAnd reaches to the lowest hillThe guilty pair, bowed down with careGod gave His Son to winHis erring child He reconciledAnd pardoned from his sin

Could we with ink the ocean fillAnd were the skies of parchment madeWere every stalk on earth a quillAnd every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God aboveWould drain the ocean dry Nor could the scroll contain the wholeThough stretched from sky to sky

Hallelujah [3x]

O love of God, how rich and pure!How measureless and strong!It shall forevermore endureThe saints' and angels' song