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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.
o Amy from Missouri and whoever else is at that place in life.
Imagine a child terrified from a bad dream in the middle of the night. The child believes that the object of their fear is completely real and that they have every reason to be terrified! Then the loving father or mother picks the child up and wraps their child in their arms to comfort them and quietly assure them that they are safe and nothing can hurt them because mommy or daddy is there and they love that child with all their heart!
Amy, you are like the child. I am too. We can become completely convinced by the enemy of our soul that we are filthy, guilty and infected with the deadly disease of unworthiness! Voices in the night scream that you are guilty and you must pay! “There is no forgiveness for you! ” I have heard those same voices and felt the panic and fear. But Amy, when you turn to your Father and listen, you can hear “echoes of mercy and whispers of love“! When you run to your Father, He will pick you up with his strong, gentle arms of immeasurable love and hold you close to his heart, and you can hear Him say “Amy, my love for you will never end, no matter what, and I will not allow ANYTHING, even what you fear the most, to separate you from my love! ”. As he holds you, the voice that commanded the universe into existence whispers to you, “Shhhh, it’s ok, I’m right here, be still and know that I am God. In quietness and rest will be your strength”. And the very hands that formed Adam from the dust of the earth and then willingly allowed Adams descendants to drive nails through them, for you and me, those very same hands will hold you close and brush your hair from your face and gently wipe the tears from your eyes.
It is truly the greatest love story ever told! The ultimate creator displayed His ultimate love for His wayward creation and paid the ultimate price when they least deserved it, to make a way for them to come back home, if they would only use it! For Christ showed his love toward us in that, while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
Amy, sometimes I wear a ball cap at work all day long. And when I come home the first thing I do is take that cap off and put it on a hat rack. But after a while, sometimes it feels like it is still on my head and I reach up to take it off but it isn’t there any more. It has already been removed. Sometimes other things in life are like that too. Your sin, your guilt, your unworthiness has all been paid in full! Every barrier between you and your loving heavenly Father has been completely removed. Sometimes, like my old cap, we feel like they are still there. But they are not! We find that we cannot trust those feelings. There is nothing else for you to fear! It has ALL been nailed to the cross and YOU ARE FREE!!! So the next time you feel excluded by fear and unworthiness, remember that God says you have been made worthy and you have nothing to fear! You may still FEEL that fear from time to time. Sometimes it may take a bit of courage to trust your Father more than your feelings, but trust me, once you do it, you won’t regret it! So take courage, stand up, walk into His presence! I’d bet he’s got a huge hug just waiting for you! I just know it would thrill His heart and yours too!
To Amy from Missouri. The Lord has shown you this love!! He paid your sin debt in full on the cross. We’re all unworthy, that’s part of the beauty of what the Lord Jesus Christ did for us. “For all of sinned and come short of the glory of God”. “There’s none righteous, no not one”. “But, God commendeth His love towards us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us”.
Ever since I heard this hymn on the tube, it rested in my soul. The lyrics give deep and vivid description of the love of God to all mankind no matter where they are. The hymn tells how his love reaches to the lowest hell and to the highest sky. This is a deep conviction that God loves me measurelessly and eternally. Thank you Lord 👑 for this immeasurable love. Amen.
The last stanzas moves me to tears; beautiful poetry, a beautiful reflection of God the Fathers unending grace to us. Like the parable of the 10 virgins, who were all saved and awaiting the Bridegroom, only 5 were prepared and went…. Christ is coming soon! for His bride, be prepared doing the LORDS business, not being distracted by worldly things surrounding us. Wake up brothers and sisters because the time is at hand. PTL
Frederick Martin Lehman was born August 7, 1868, Mecklenburg, Schwerin, Germany and died February 20, 1953, Pasadena, California. He was buried in Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale, California.
Lehman 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 in the morning while walking up the country lane, skirted by a wild-crab apple grove on the right and and the osage fence, with an old white-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 and unearthly luster. That old white-elm with its sun-wrapped 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 peans 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 Lehman’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, please show me this love. I am desperate to know your love. I sing this song and I ache to feel your love in my heart. I just feel so unworthy and feel like my heart is too broken and my mind is filled with fear. I love you Lord. Please allow my heart to heal so that I can experience your love. Please touch me, Lord.