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.

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;
Through stretched from sky to sky.

O Love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure;
The saints' and angels' song.

   This was written on the wall of an insane assylum.
It has been made into a song.