The Love Of God

I love this song


The Love Of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell:
It goes beyond the hightest 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.

When years of 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 angel's 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, thought stretched from sky to sky.