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| 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, and everlasting strength, |
| Know more and more. |
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| 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. |
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| 3 | It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine, |
| My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine |
| Would sing a love so rich—so full—so free, |
| Which brought a rebel sinner, such as me, |
| Nigh unto God. |
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| 4 | 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. |
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| 5 | I am an empty vessel—scarce one thought |
| Or look of love to Thee I've ever brought; |
| Yet I may come, and come again to Thee |
| With this, the needy children's only plea— |
| "Thou lovest me!" |
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| 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. |
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| 7 | And 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, |
| Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, |
| My soul shall sing. |
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