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 from our sin. Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song. When ancient time shall pass away, And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall, When men on earth refuse to pray, And on the rocks and hills and mountains call, God's love so sure, will still endure, All measureless and strong; Redeeming grace to Adam's race To be the saints' and angels' song. Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song. Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song. Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How and strong! It shall forevermore endure 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.