It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine

It passeth knowledge

that dear love of Thine

My Savior

Jesus; yet this soul of mine

Would of Thy love in all its breadth and length

Its height and depth

its everlasting strength

Know more and more.

It passeth telling

that dear love of Thine

My Savior

Jesus; yet these lips of mine

Would fain proclaim to sinners

far and near

A love which can remove all guilty fear

And love beget.

It passeth praises

that dear love of Thine

My Savior

Jesus; yet this heart of mine

Would sing that love

so full

so rich

so free

Which brings a rebel sinner

such as me

Nigh unto God.

But though I cannot sing

or tell

or know

The fulness of Thy love

while here below

My empty vessel I may freely bring;

O Thou

who art of love the living spring

My vessel fill.

I am an empty vessel—not one thought

Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brought;

Yet I may come

and come again to Thee

With this the empty sinner’s only plea

Thou lovest me.

Oh

fill me

Jesus

Savior

with Thy love!

Lead

lead me to the living fount above;

Thither may I

in simple faith draw nigh

And never to another fountain fly

But unto Thee.

Lord Jesus

when Thee face to face I see

When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee

Then of Thy love

in all its breadth and length

Its height and depth

its everlasting strength

My soul shall sing.