Oh Love of God, how rich and pure. How measureless and strong. It shall forever more endure, the saint's and angel's song.
When hoary (old, ancient) times 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 angel's song.
Oh Love of God, how rich and pure. How measureless and strong. It shall forever more endure, the saint's and angel's song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were 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, could drain the ocean dry. Nor could scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.
O Love of God, how rich and pure. How measureless and strong. It shall forever more endure, the saint's and angel's song."
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