The love of God is greater farnThan tongue or pen can ever tellnIt goes beyond the highest starnAnd reaches to the lowest hellnThe guilty pair, bowed down with carenGod gave His Son to winnHis erring child He reconcilednAnd pardoned from his sinnnCould we with ink the ocean fillnAnd were the skies of parchment madenWere every stalk on earth a quillnAnd every man a scribe by tradennTo write the love of God abovenWould drain the ocean dry nNor could the scroll contain the wholenThough stretched from sky to skynnHallelujah nHallelujahnHallelujahnnO love of God, how rich and pure!nHow measureless and strong!nIt shall forevermore endurenThe saints' and angels' song