It passeth knowledge! That dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Savior! Yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breath and length,
Its height, and depth, and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
It passeth praises! That deat Love of Thine,
My Jesus! Savior! Yet this heart of mine
Would sing a love so rich—so full—so free,
Which brought a tebel sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.
But the’ I cannot tell or sing or know
The fullness of Thy love, while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring—
Oh Thou, Who art of Love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
Mary Shacklation