It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, My Jesus, Savior!—yet this soul of mine Would of that love, in all its depth and length, Its height and breadth, and everlasting strength Know more and more.
It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine, My Jesus, Savior!—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 Jesus, Savior!—yet this heart of mine Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free, Which brought an undone sinner such as me Right home to God.
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.
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.
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