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 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 O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song
Pathian hmangaihna ropuizia hi mihring tawnga sawi fiah sen a ni lo. Hla ropui a ni a, lo sakpui ve vak vak mai a chakawm. A satu chauh khi mihring lang se a mood-ah min hruai lehzual ang.
Mizo hmeichhia zaithiam ber hmel tha bwksi pian nal bwk si nunchag tha bwk sia ka fak thlwt tiag khwp a zaithiam nung chag entwn tlak mizo ten kan nei hi ka chuag thlwt ani
