The Love of God (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.