THE LOVE OF GOD (song 93) by Rev. William Marrion Branham

649 Just a moment now.

If we with ink the ocean fill,

And were the sky 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;

Or could the scroll contain the whole,

Though stretched from sky to sky.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!

How fathomless and strong!

It shall for evermore endure,

The saints and Angels song.

    57-0915M - Hebrews, Chapter Six #3
    Rev. William Marrion Branham

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