The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen could 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.
O love of God, how rich and pure, how measureless and strong
It shall forever more endure, the saint’s and angel’s song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the sky 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 thought stretched from sky to sky.
hymn by F.M. Lehman
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