Seize the Moment – Day 725
Today’s hymn focus will be
The Love of God
I John 4:7 (ESV)
“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.”
Today’s hymn was written by Frederick Lehman in 1917. He was born in Schwerin, Germany and his family emigrated to America when he was about 4 years old. He grew up in Iowa and studied for the ministry at Northwestern College in Naperville, IL. Even while serving as pastor in various churches, he devoted much of his life to writing sacred songs. He was at a camp meeting service when he heard the pastor share a line of a poem describing the immense love of God. He later moved to California and while taking a break from his manual labor job of crating lemons, he grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a stub of a pencil to write with those words echoing in his mind…
O love of God, how rich and pure, how marvelous and strong
It shall forevermore endure, the saints’ and angels’ song.
We need to wake up and realize that our action of showing God’s love has to be seen in EVERYTHING that we do. That is what will draw people to a real relationship with Him. They will know we are Christians by our love, for one another AND for those who are lost and in need of a Savior.
YOUTUBE:
The Love of God
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 forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
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.
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.