The love of God is greater far and than tongue or pen can ever tell.
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the sky of parchement made.
Were every stone 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, love of God, how rich and pure, how measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure the saints' and angels' song.
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