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 Oh, the love of God, how rich and how pure How measureless and strong Oh, the love of God, it shall evermore endure The saints' and angels' song 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 angels' song Oh, the love of God, how rich and how pure How measureless and strong Oh, the love of God, it shall evermore endure 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 oceans dry Nor could the scroll contain the whole Though stretched from sky to sky Oh, the love of God, how rich and how pure How measureless and strong Oh, the love of God, it shall evermore endure The saints' and angels' song The saints' and angels' song The saints' and angels' song