It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine
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10.10.10.4. 1 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, Lord 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, Lord 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, Lord 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 Then fill me, O my 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. 6 And when, Lord Jesus Thine own face I see, When at His lofty throne I bow the knee, Then of Thy love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, My soul shall sing. Mary Shekleton