The Love of God by Frederick Martin Lehman

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

O love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore 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

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