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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.
Of all the songs I have written, and the thousands of songs I have sung in my 63 years of my life, Verse 3 still brings tears to my eyes every time. This is what I feel when I look into a bright starry sky.
Rabbi Meir bar Yitzak's Poem: "God's eternal glory could not be described even if the heavens were parchment, and the forest quills; if all the seas were ink, as well as every gathered water; even if the earth's inhabitants were scribes and recorders of initials."
Stanza Four of this hymn is a very good paraphrase of Rabbi Meir's poem. There is a lot of wisdom to be found in early rabbinic literature!
Frederick Martin Lehman was born August 7th, 1868 in Mecklenburg Schwerin, Germany and died February 20th, 1953 in Pasadena, California. He migrated with his family to Iowa at age 4 and came to Christ at age 11. While walking down a country lane, a “cornucopia of glory” descended all around him. The weight of conviction was gone and joy and praise was upon his lips.
He studied to be a minister at Northwestern College, Illinois. He pastored at Audobon, Iowa; New London, Indiana and Kansas City, Missouri. His first hymn was written in 1898 and published hundreds of songs, compiling five song books. In 1911, he moved to Kansas City, Missouri where he helped found the Nazarene Publishing House. He married Emma Louise Dermyer and had 8 children.
The first two stanzas of this song and the chorus were written by Frederick after having to go back to manual labor in 1917 in order to make a living. His daughter helped him compose the music. The last stanza was found etched on a wall by a patient in an insane asylum who had passed away but was traced back to Rabbi Hertz in his “Book of Jewish Thought “. Hertz borrowed the words from a poem written in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai for the synagogue Pentecost celebrations.