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.

Oh, the love of God,
How rich and how pure,
How measureless and strong,
The love of God,
It shall forevermore endure – the saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of 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.

Oh, the love of God,
How rich and how pure,
How measureless and strong,
The love of God,
It shall forevermore endure – the saints’ and angels’ song.

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.

Oh, the love of God,
How rich and how pure,
How measureless and strong,
The love of God,
It shall forevermore endure – the saints’ and angels’ song.

The saints’ and angels’ song,
Saints’ and angels’ song.