Saturday, January 14, 2006

The Love of God

Hymns are my favorite thing to sing at church. Choruses are nice but they do not have the depth that hymns do. Hymns teach us about the Lord and what He has done. They turn our gaze upward to Him. Here is one of my favorites(and I have many favorites) and some of the history behind it.

The Love of God
by Frederick M. Lehman

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.

Refrain

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

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain


"Author and composer Frederick M. Lehman 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 a camp-meeting in a mid-western state early in his ministry, an evangelist climaxed a message by quoting what became the last stanza of this song. The profound depths of the lines moved Lehman to preserve the words for future generations. Not until he had come to California did this urge find fulfillment, and that at a time when circumstances forced him to do hard manual labor.
One day in 1917, during short intervals of inattention to his work, he picked up a scrap of paper and, seated upon an empty lemon box pushed against a wall, with a stub pencil in his hand, he added the first two stanzas and chorus of the song.
What became the 3rd stanza had been found penciled on the wall of a patient's room in an insane asylum, and the general opinion was that this inmate had written the epic in moments of sanity. But in reality, the key stanza was written nearly one thousand years earlier by a Jewish songwriter. Here is part of the original Jewish poem as written in Aramaic by Rabbi Mayer of Worms, Germany in the year 1096:

Were the sky of parchment made,
A quill each reed, each twig and blade,
Could we with ink the oceans fill,
Were every man a scribe of skill,
The marvelous story of God's great glory
Would still remain untold;
For He, most high, the earth and sky
Created alone of old. "
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?" Romans 8:35

3 comments:

mreddie said...

This is the same song that my pastor said he sang as he was coming out from under medication after life-threatening surgery when he was young. He sang it all the way through even in his groggy condition. ec

Bonita said...

I would love to hear you sing it sometime, Annie. I love hymmns too.

Anvilcloud said...

When I was still going to church, that's all they did -- sing choruses. It just about drove me crazy. Not that I minded them, particularly, but I wanted the good hymns too.