would drain the oceans dry

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.

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

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 oceans dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The bolded part of the hymn above tries to convey the magnitude of God's love for His chosen ones.

I cling to this truth as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death and depression. My hope is only in Him.

cathy