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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.
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.
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints' and angels' song.
2
When hoary 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.
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.
3
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.
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.
Words & Music © 1923, Ren. 1951 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188.
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Tolland, Connecticut, United States
Frederick Martin Lehman was born August 7th, 1868 in Mecklenburg Schwerin, Germany and died February 20th, 1953 in Pasadena, California. He migrated with his family to Iowa at age 4 and came to Christ at age 11. While walking down a country lane, a “cornucopia of glory” descended all around him. The weight of conviction was gone and joy and praise was upon his lips.
He studied to be a minister at Northwestern College, Illinois. He pastored at Audobon, Iowa; New London, Indiana and Kansas City, Missouri. His first hymn was written in 1898 and published hundreds of songs, compiling five song books. In 1911, he moved to Kansas City, Missouri where he helped found the Nazarene Publishing House. He married Emma Louise Dermyer and had 8 children.
The first two stanzas of this song and the chorus were written by Frederick after having to go back to manual labor in 1917 in order to make a living. His daughter helped him compose the music. The last stanza was found etched on a wall by a patient in an insane asylum who had passed away but was traced back to Rabbi Hertz in his “Book of Jewish Thought “. Hertz borrowed the words from a poem written in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai for the synagogue Pentecost celebrations.
Malabon City, Metro Manila, Philippines
Great love from a Great God.... Measureless... Unlimited... Strong...
Thank You Lord Jesus!
Akute, Ogun
Love of God is indeed measureless. Thank You Jesus.
Dallas, Texas, United States
Reading - None like him for Bible study and this song is referenced in the first chapter. What a wonderful hymn. Praise God.
Everett, WA, United States
This hymn is so fitting with the book I am reading, "The Scarlet Thread".
Carthage, MS, United States
I've never heard anyone sing this song better than George Beverly Shea.
Phoenix, Arizona, United States
What an eternal truth. Thank the Lord for my salvation. His love is measureless.
Tehachapi, California, United States
Hallelujah! Praise Him for Grace and Salvation!
Lagos, Nigeria
O the Love of God! O the Love of God! O the Love of God! Hallelujah! Where else would we be Except for the Love of God! Hallelujah for the Love of God!
Wells, Nevada, United States
This song always lifts my heart from the miry pit of despair. The truth of this song sets me free. My favorite part is the last part number 3 because of where and in what situation of suffering it was written.