love of God is
than tongue or pen
can ever tell;
It goes beyond the
And reaches to the
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.