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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.
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.
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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.
Oh how we have to be reminded of this so greater love which is so sure, strong, rich, pure, immeasurable. Such a beautiful song which brings us back to his love and keeps us drenched in his Love. All things are taken care of. We are in the ascension with Christ in the heavenlies through the love of God which has been poured out into us. What can be a more privileged position to be in.
Thanks for sharing the song
I love praising God early morning when I wake up.
I just finished my early morning devotion
Praise the Lord God Almighty
God Bless
The love of God is measureless and boundless. It is beyond our understanding. It is spiritual and divine.
Oh love of God. You sent your son to die!
About the author:
Lehmann was the husband of Emma Louise Dermyer.
He emigrated to America with his family at age four, settling in Iowa, where he lived most of his childhood. He came to Christ at age 11, as he relates:
One glad morning about eleven o’clock while walking up the country lane, skirted by a wild crab-apple grove on the right and an osage [Osage orange? ] fence, with an old white-elm gate in a gap at the left, suddenly Heaven let a cornucopia of glory descend on the eleven-year old lad.
The wild crab-apple grove assumed a heavenly glow and the osage fence an unearthly lustre. That old white-elm gate with its sun-warped boards gleamed and glowed like silver bars to shut out the world and shut him in with the form of the fourth, just come into his heart. The weight of conviction was gone and the paeans of joy and praise fell from his lips.
Lehman studied for the ministry at Northwestern College in Naperville, Illinois, and served pastorates in Audubon, Iowa; New London, Indiana; and Kansas City, Missouri.
In 1911, he moved to Kansas City, where he helped found the Nazarene Publishing House.
The majority of Lehmann’s life was devoted to writing sacred songs; his first was written while a pastor in Kingsley, Iowa, in 1898. He wrote and published hundreds of songs, and compiled five song books.
Lord, thank you for making us YOUR greatest Love ❤️ and Masterpiece! May we continue to love you back with our FIRST love!
"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...
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 forevermore endure!!!!!"
A little dear mother used to sing this to me ❤️🩹 forever changed my life. I was singing it this morning and had to look up the words! So wonderful is the love of God so rich and pure! We love you Jesus ❤️