THE LOVE OF GOD

I recently came across the lyrics of this hymn. The beauty of the words touch me and so I share them here with you:

 

The Love of God By Frederick M. Lehman (1917)

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.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time 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 angels’ song.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

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.

The story goes that Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin. Whether this is true or not, the beauty of the words speak for themselves.

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2 comments

  1. Greetings from Wordwise Hymns. Your blog caught my eye because I posted an article on this beautiful hymn this morning. I’m glad you received a blessing from the hymn–though I’m a bit saddened that your discovery was so recent. It’s a hymn we’ve sung many times at church, and I’ve used it as a solo.

    Just one added word about stanza 3. It’s discovery in a mental hospital does seem to be a fact. However, that isn’t the origin of the words. Though the patient there may have translated them into English, the poem was written by a Jewish man nearly a thousand years before. Still, whoever wrote it, it remains one of the most inspiring word pictures in all of our hymnody. God bless.

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