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 the lowest hell.

The guilty pair bowed down with care.
God gave His son to win
Hiss erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure.
How measureless and strong
It shall forever more endure
The saints and angel's song...

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sky 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, love of God, how rich and pure.
How measureless and strong
It shall forever more endure
The saints and angel's song...
-Frederick M. Lehman