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 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 oceans dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
O love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

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