M.Shekleton

P.M.

IT passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Savior; 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, 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.

3

It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Savior; 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 fullness 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, 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.