The Love of God

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.

(Refrain)
O love of God!  How rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who hear 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.

(Refrain)

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies with 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.

(Refrain)

~ Frederick M. Lehman, 1917

I Wonder As I Wander

I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die,
For poor ornery people like you and like I.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall,
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all.
But high from God's heaven a star's light did fall,
And the promise of ages it then did recall.


I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die,
For poor ornery people like you and like I.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.


If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing,
A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing,
Or all of God's angels in heaven for to sing,
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King.


I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die,
For poor ornery people like you and like I.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

~Appalachian Folk Hymn