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 Lord 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 rich, so full, so free,
    Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me,
    Nigh unto God.

4. But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know
    The fulness of Thy love, while here below,
    My empty vessel I may freely bring:
    O Thou, Who art of love the loving spring,
    My vessel fill.

5. I am an empty vessel-not one thought
    Or look of love, I ever thought to Thee 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. 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,
    It’s height and depth, its everlasting strength,
    My soul shall sing.