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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
be
C
yond
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;
His
C7
erring
F
child
He
recon
C
ciled
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!
How
Ammeasure
Dm
less
G
and
C
strong!
It
C7
shall
for
F
evermore
en
Em
dure—
The
Am
saints'
and
Dman
G
gels'
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;
C7Redeeming
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!
How
Ammeasure
Dm
less
G
and
C
strong!
It
C7
shall
for
F
evermore
en
Em
dure—
The
Am
saints'
and
Dman
G
gels'
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.
God’s love is without a doubt unmeasurable. God is forevermore. He is omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. With God all over the world nothing is impossible. There is nothing under the sun unknown to God. Without God, I know that I can do nothing. With God all things are possible.
This love is indeed measureless, for it to cover our measureless sin. In a world where one man who himself was created sees him self as one who can then undo. God please have mercy on Our land. I sing this song every time and it just encourages me to go on.
This is one of my favorite hymns. One could easily preach a sermon from them. Verse 3 brings me to tears each time. God who created, sustains and owns the universe, is intentional about me and love me with His everlasting love in spite of my faults. I am undeserving and I owe him my life. Combining all the great minds who ever lived, collectively, they would still be unable to fathom the dimension of God’s love, mercy and grace.