What measure can I use, O God,
To understand the love I see?
Is there a way for me to know?
Truly, can this be known to me?
Is it from East to West, O God,
Where neither meets nor ever will?
Is its length from here to the stars?
Or is it hidden from me still?
Is it the universe, O God,
That will unveil its greatest depth?
From edge to edge, can that be it?
What, O God, is its measured breadth?
I am in constant awe, O God,
For not even the universe
Can measure the depth of your love,
Nor could an endless line of verse.
I'll always sing to you, O God,
To praise the boundless love you showed
With the sacrifice of your son
To settle the debt that we owed.