Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Love of God

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 for evermore endure, the Saints’ and Angels’ song.

1 comment:

  1. This is one of my favorites...thanks for posting it!

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