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
Tho stretched from sky to sky
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forever more endure-the saints and angels song!
Fredrick Lehman “The Love of God” verse three and chorus
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