It passes knowledge, that dear love of Thine

It passes knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Saviour, Jesus; 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.

It passes telling, that dear love of Thine,
My Saviour, Jesus; yet these lips of mine
Would sure proclaim to sinners, far and near,
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.

It passes praises, that dear love of Thine,
My Saviour, Jesus; 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.

Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, 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.

Lord Jesus, when Thee face to face I see,
When at Thy lofty throne I bow the knee,
Then of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.