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