1
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.
CThe
love of God is
F
greater
Em
far
Than
Am
tongue
or
F
pen
can
G7
ever
C
tell.
It
G
goes
the
G
highest
C
star
And
Am
reaches
F
to
the
G7
lowest
C
hell.
The
C7
guilty
F
pair,
bowed down with
C
care,
God gave His
Dm
Son
G
to
C
win;
And pardoned
Dm
from
G
his
C
sin.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints' and angels' song.
CO
love of
F
God,
how rich and
Em
pure!
The
Am
saints'
and
C
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.
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.
CWhen
hoary time shall
F
pass
Em
away,
And
Am
earthly
F
thrones
and
G7
kingdoms
C
fall;
When
G
men
who
C
here
G
refuse
to
C
pray,
On
Am
rocks
and
F
hills
and
G7
mountains
C
call;
God's
C7
love,
so
F
sure,
shall still
C
endure,
All
Dm
measureless
G
and
C
strong;
C7
Redeeming
F
grace
to Adam's
C
race—
The saints' and
Dm G
angels'
C
song.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints' and angels' song.
CO
love of
F
God,
how rich and
Em
pure!
The
Am
saints'
and
C
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.
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.
CCould
we with ink the
F
ocean
Em
fill,
And
Am
were
the
F
skies
of
G7
parchment
C
made;
Were
G
every
C
stalk
on
G
earth
a
C
quill,
And
Am
every
F
man
a
G7
scribe
by
C
trade;
To
C7
write
the
F
love
of God
C
above
Would drain the
Dm G
ocean
C
dry;
Nor
C7
could
the
F
scroll
contain the
C
whole,
Though stretched from
Dm
sky
G
to
C
sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints' and angels' song.
CO
love of
F
God,
how rich and
Em
pure!
The
Am
saints'
and
C
song.
Words & Music © 1923, Ren. 1951 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188.