Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill,
And ev'ry man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Tho' stretched from sky to sky.
that is the 3rd stanza, in the lovely old hymn The Love of God ... the first 2 stanzas were written by Frederick M. Lehman (1868-1953) ... that 3rd stanza might date as far back as the eleventh century ... it's author unknown ... Mrs. Lehman found it on an editorial page ... clipped it out, and included it in her husband's lunch, to encourage him ... he was inspired to pen the first 2 stanzas ... and the music ...
i thought that was a neat little story ...
i read it in George Beverly Shea's new book "How Sweet the Sound" and just paraphrased it here ... the book showcases many old hymns ... and includes little stories to go with them ... a CD was included in the book, with 5 old hymns sung by Bev Shea ...
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i'm off to the city tomorrow ... just wishing my American blog buds a very Happy Thanksgiving!