First Line: It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,

It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus, Saviour; 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.

2 It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.

3 It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus, Saviour; 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.

4 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.

5 I am an empty vessel----not one
thought,
Or look of love, I ever to Thee brought ;
Yet I may come, and come again to
Thee,
With this, the empty sinner's only [plea-----
Thou lovest me.

6 Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, 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.

7 And when my Jesus face to face I see,
When at His lofty throne I bow the knee,
Then of His love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing,