The Love of God
Traditional
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
And every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by tradе
To write the love of God abovе
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints and angels song
It shall forevermore endure
The saints and angels song
How wonderful, how marvelous
This precious love of God
This precious love of God