The love of God is greater far
than tongue or pen can ever tell;
it goes beyond the highest star,
& reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
you & I pardoned from our sin.
O 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 times shall pass away,
And earthly thrones & kingdoms fall,
When men here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure will 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.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
It shall forevermore endure
How measureless and strong!
The saints’ and angels’ song we sing...
Holy, holy.
The love of God, hymn
No comments:
Post a Comment