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 our sin. Oh 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 ancient 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, shall 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 How measureless and strong! The saints' and angels' song we sing Holy, holy How measureless and strong! The saints' and angels' song we sing Holy, holy