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 our sinful race clothed in disgrace god gave his son to win this erring child he reconciled and pardoned me from my sin the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell it goes beyond the highest star and reaches to lowest hell our sinful race clothed in disgrace god gave his son to win this erring child he reconciled and pardoned me from my sin the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still 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 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  the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still the love of god is greater still