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Love this...

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
-F. Lehman
Blessings, friends.

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  1. Anonymous7:51 PM

    My husband and I love this song. He is a pastor and sometimes plays it at church. I am trying to learn it now to sing! Such beautiful words! Thanks for your blog. Jeane

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  2. Mindy Buller7:53 AM

    That is one of my favorite hymns, but to give proper credit....Mercy Me didn't write it. :-)

    http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/o/loveofgo.htm

    It was fun being with you yesterday!!! Love you!!!!

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  3. Cathy8:10 AM

    Thanks, Mind. I figured they hadn't written it, but didn't take the time to find out who had.

    I stand corrected.

    It was great to see you yesterday. I love you too!

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  4. Kelly8:10 AM

    Do you know that this is one of the oldest hymns we have? It is, i think, the most beautiful piece of poetry in history.

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