The saints’ and angels’ song

The theme of corporate or gathered worship has been on my mind for the past week.  I was listening to a Christmas season sermon by John Piper and he made a point of the angel of the Lord appearing to the shepherds to announce the birth of Christ and then a heavenly host joins the angel to offer praise to God, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

One angel’s voice was not sufficient to offer praise… could this be true?  Well I think so because it happened this way.  Maybe it would be better said anyone’s praise can be acceptable, but no one person, angel or even mutlitude is sufficient to offer the praise that is due His name.

The Gospel, the Old Old Story, is going to resound and bring forth praise for eternity!

The song, The Love of God (1917) written by Frederick M. Lehman, with the third verse written by Rabbi Mayer (see note below) highlights this song will be sung not just by me and you in church, but by many of the insurpassable eternal love of God.

Today, Sunday, I will gather with the saints at Green Pond Bible Chapel and we will not be alone.  Saints from all nations, all tribes, all tongues and angels, cherubim and seraphim will offer praise to God, for He alone is worthy!!

  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.
    1. Refrain: Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure— The saints’ and angels’ song.
  2. When hoary 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.

http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Love_of_God/  Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.    Frederick M. Lehman, 1917 v. 3 by Rabbi Mayer, 1096 v. 3 alt. by Anonymous/Unknown

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