I want this tattooed on me. LOVE this verse of the 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.

Source: http://www.hymnal.net/hymn.php/h/28#ixzz1rkHSWr4R