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
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.
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
ReplyDeleteThat is one of my favorite hymns, but to give proper credit....Mercy Me didn't write it. :-)
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It was fun being with you yesterday!!! Love you!!!!
Thanks, Mind. I figured they hadn't written it, but didn't take the time to find out who had.
ReplyDeleteI stand corrected.
It was great to see you yesterday. I love you too!
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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