Oh, the love of God is greater far
Than any tounge or pen can tell
It goes beyond the stars into the lowest helm
The guilty pair bow down with care
You gave Your Son to win the bearing child
And pardoned all His sins
The love of God; How rich and pure
The love of God; My place assured
And I've decided that I shall not be moved
I have decided that I shall not be moved
Could it be with ink, all the ocean filled
And were the skies of parchment made
If every stock and reed on earth be made a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God would drain the ocean dry
Nor contain the hope though stretched from sky to sky
The love of God; How rich and pure
The love of God; My place assured
And I've decided that I shall not be moved
I have decided that I shall not be moved
The love of God; How rich and pure
The love of God; My place assured
And I've decided that I shall not be moved
And I've decided that I shall not be moved
I've decided that I shall not be moved!
