"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.O love of God, how rich and pure!How measureless and strong!It shall forevermore endureThe saints’ and angels’ song."-From the hymn The Love of God.
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That quote is a favorite of mine! I've heard my dad use it before in his preaching. Thanks for sharing, Hannah!
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