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.
HIS ERRING CHILD, HE RECONCILED
AND PARDONED FROM HIS SIN,
 
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.
 
O LOVE OF GOD, HOW RICH AND PURE!
HOW MEASURELESS AND STRONG!
IT SHALL FOREVER MORE ENDURE
THE SAINTS’ AND ANGELS’ SONG.