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  The guilty pair, bowed down with care  God gave His Son to win  His erring child He reconciled  And pardoned from his sin    Could we with ink the ocean fil  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 whol  Though stretched from sky to sky    Hallelujah [3x]    O love of God, how rich and pure!  How measureless and strong!  It shall forevermore endure  The saints' and angels' song