O Love That Passeth Knowledge

O Love that pass­eth know­ledge

O Love whose beams have shone

Through ev­er­last­ing ag­es

From God’s eter­nal throne;

What pow­er Thy depths can fa­thom?

What tongue can speak Thy worth?

And yet Thou con­des­cend­eth

To dwell with men on earth.

O Love

all loves ex­cell­ing;

Unnumbered hosts are tell­ing

In yon­der bliss­ful dwell­ing

What Thou for them hast done.

O Love that our re­demp­tion

Made per­fect through the blood

Of Him whose life was of­fered

To bring us near to God;

O Love that now ex­tend­eth

A par­don full and free

And bends with eyes of pi­ty

On sin­ners such as we.

We give our heart’s de­vo­tion

And grate­ful thanks we bring

And lift our hearts and voic­es

To praise our Lord and king;

O Love! all thought sur­pass­ing;

What will our rap­ture be

When safe

be­yond the riv­er

Our souls are lost in Thee?