IT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE
1. It passeth
knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus Saviour;
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, Saviour;
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 Saviour,
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 to
Thee I've ever 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, 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.
7. Lord Jesus, when
Thee face to face I see,
When on Thy lofty
throne I sit with Thee,
Then of Thy love,
in all its breadth and length,
lts height and
depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.
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