It Passeth Knowledge

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.

But though I can­not tell

or sing

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.

I am an emp­ty ves­sel—not one thought

Or look of love to Thee I ev­er brought;

Yet I may come

and come again to Thee

With this the emp­ty sin­ner’s on­ly plea—

Thou lov­est me!

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.