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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
C
far
Than tongue or
G
pen
can
G7
ever
C
tell.
It goes beyond the
F
highest
C
star
And reaches
G
to
the
G7
lowest
C
hell.
The
C7
guilty
F
pair,
bowed down with
C
care,
God gave His
G
Son
to
C
win;
His
C7
erring
F
child
He
recon
C
ciled
And pardoned
G
from
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
C
pure!
How
measure
G
less
and
C
strong!
It
C7
shall
for
F
evermore
en
C
dure—
The saints' and
G
angels'
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
C
away,
And earthly
G
thrones
and
G7
kingdoms
C
fall;
When men who here
F
refuse
to
C
pray,
On rocks and
G
hills
and
G7
mountains
C
call;
God's
C7
love,
so
F
sure,
shall still
C
endure,
All
G
measureless
and
C
strong;
C7Redeeming
F
grace
to Adam's
C
race—
The saints' and
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
C
pure!
How
measure
G
less
and
C
strong!
It
C7
shall
for
F
evermore
en
C
dure—
The saints' and
G
angels'
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
C
fill,
And were the
G
skies
of
G7
parchment
C
made;
Were every stalk on
F
earth
a
C
quill,
And every
G
man
a
G7
scribe
by
C
trade;
To
C7
write
the
F
love
of God
C
above
Would drain the
G
ocean
C
dry;
Nor
C7
could
the
F
scroll
contain the
C
whole,
Though stretched from
G
sky
to
C
sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure— The saints’ and angels’ song.
This song brings reassurance to my heart every time I sing the verses. The deep, deep love of God, how measureless and pure. It shall forever more endures. I hope to sing this song with God's heavenly choir.
Every time I listen to this song, I feel the love of God deep down inside me. O love of God how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure the saints'and angels' song.
Heard this for the first time from the film "Indescribable" which like the hymn enraptures the wonder and awesomeness of God's love. As a writer the second line had special meaning