Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were every blade of grass a quill,
Were the world of parchment made,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor would the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
- by Unkown Author
4 comments
Paul
1 month ago
It reminds me of some of the words in "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross", where it says "were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small". I love that hymn!
Emmanuel
1 year ago
Thanks for that bit of background Conny, I hadn't heard about that before. Yes! I could imagine it bringing comfort to many sick people.
Conny
1 year ago
This song was written by Frederick Lehman (see Link). The text is from a Jewish poem, which was found in an insane asylum and had been written on the wall by one of the patients. The patient must have been comforted by the words of this song. And so it is still today... http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/o/loveofgo.htm
Bek
2 years ago
Wonderful!!