The Love Of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to lowest hell

Our sinful race, clothed in disgrace
God gave His Son to win
This erring child, He reconciled
And pardoned me from my sin

The love of God is greater still
The love of God is greater still

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to lowest hell

Our sinful race, clothed in disgrace
God gave His Son to win
This erring child, He reconciled
And pardoned me from my sin

The love of God is greater still
The love of God is greater still

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
Though stretched from sky to sky

The love of God is greater still
The love of God is greater still