O
love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song
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.
O
love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

How precious! God has blessed you so much to be given such a special work in this life. I think of you often.
ReplyDeleteLove, Amber