1  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.

 2  When hoary time shall pass away,

       And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;

    When men who here refuse to pray,

       On rocks and hills and mountains call;

    God's love, so sure, shall still endure,

       All measureless and strong;

    Redeeming grace to Adam's race —

       The saints' and angels' song.

 3  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.