“COULD WE WITH INK THE OCEANS FILL, AND WERE THE SKY OF PARCHMENT MADE…”


I woke up thinking of this song this morning.  As I searched for the lyrics to share with you, I ran across the story behind the song.  Amazing!  The third verse (stanza) was written nearly one thousand years ago by a Jewish songwriter!  I wonder if any of our words will be remembered that long.  I share the story with you now…   -anita
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~The Love of God 

Frederick M. Lehman, author and composer, wrote a pamphlet, in 1948, entitled History of the Song, The Love of God. It tells about the origin of this beloved hymn—

       While at camp-meeting in a mid-western state, some fifty years ago in our early ministry, an evangelist climaxed his message by quoting the last stanza of this song. The profound depths of the line moved us to preserve the words for future generations.

       Not until we had come to California did this urge find fulfillment, and that at a time when circumstances forced us to hard manual labor.

       One day, during short intervals of inattention to our work, we picked up a scrap of paper and, seated upon an empty lemon box pushed against the wall, with a stub pencil, added the (first) two stanzas and chorus of the song.

       Since the lines (3rd stanza from the Jewish poem) had been found penciled on the wall of a patient’s room in an insane asylum, the general opinion was that this inmate had written the epic in moments of sanity.

       Actually, the key-stanza (third verse) under question as to its authorship was written nearly one thousand years ago by a Jewish songwriter, and put on the score page by F.M. Lehman, a Gentile songwriter, in 1917.

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The Love of God

      

(1) The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell;

It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell;

The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win;

His erring child He reconciled, And pardoned from his sin.

 

CHORUS:

O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall for evermore endure

The saints’ and angels’ song.

      

(2) When years of time shall pass away, And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,

When men, who here refuse to pray, On rocks and hills and mountains call,

God’s love so sure, shall still endure, All measureless and strong;

Redeeming grace to Adam’s race-The saints’ and angels’ song.

      

(3) 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.

 

 

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