M.Shekleton (462/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

M.Shekleton IT passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, My Jesus, Savior; 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, Savior; 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, Savior; 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, I ever 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, Savior, 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.