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	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.
2	It passes telling, that dear love of Thine, My Saviour, Jesus; 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 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.
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 living Spring,         My vessel fill.
5	O, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love; Lead, lead me to the living Fount above; And there may I, in simple faith, draw nigh, And never to another fountain fly,         But unto Thee.
6	And when my Saviour face to face I see, When at His lofty throne I bow the knee, Then of His love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,         My soul shall sing.
	Mary Shekleton, 1827-83