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It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Savior, 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.
My Savior, 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 passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
My Savior, 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.
My Savior, 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 passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
My Savior, 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.
My Savior, 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.
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
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.
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, 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.
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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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,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.
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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Hong Kong
we praise You Lord Jesus
Mozambique
My soul shall sing!!
Anaheim, California, United States
It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Savior, Jesus; yet this soul of min
Storrs, Connecticut, United States
Mary Shekleton was born in 1827, in Dublin, Ireland. She was taught by her young widowed mother who as a Christian had four small girls to bring up aged between 6 years and 6 months. Mrs. Shekleton was on a steep learning curve growing rapidly in her faith and knowledge of the Bible while praying with and for her daughters as well as reading to and with them God’s word.
Fragile from birth and apparently doomed with tuberculosis, Mary showed spiritual awareness from her earliest years, knowing the
Lord for as long as she could remember.
In 1852 both her tutor and mother were taken by death. Surviving as an invalid, especially from 1861 onwards, close to death and in 1872 Mary worked as secretary of the “Invalid Prayer Union” which she founded later that year. She formed a network of more than 300 household contacts who became her friends by correspondence, news and prayer. The IPU grew from positive responses and later without her knowledge, a letter was published in the journal “ Women’s Work in the Great Spiritual Harvest Field. ” She provided her contacts with some basic practical rules: Scripture reading, prayer topics, a prayerfully chosen prayer motto, and some brief devotional comments. She was fully occupied with this work and sewing for charitable causes; her writing was honest, aware of failure, sometimes witty, always thankful, never gloomy or critical of others, full of nuggets of scriptural truth combined with practical common sense.
Her visits to church were rare because of her condition but they were a delight to her.... to join in public worship with the people of God. “I found myself in the house of God after an absence of nearly 20 years! ”
She appreciated the hills and coastline of Monkstown and Bray just South of Dublin. Once she reluctantly agreed to be photographed for the sake of those who had never seen her countenance before.
By 1883, she had become too weak to continue and died in September of that year. Near the end she would repeat, “Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness, my beauty are, my glorious dress. ” In the following year her sister Margaretta of Kingston, Dublin published “ Chosen Chastened and Crowned—Memorials is Mary Shekleton. ”
Kenai, Alaska, United States
Tonga Free Wesleyan hymn 535. What a blessing.
Malo
Horizon City, United States
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.
We are empty vessels!!
Amen!
Kampala, Uganda
Wow!!
This is best hymn for ages now!
It fully describes the Lord's immense Love to me that my heart will never fully fathom as long He still lends me breath here below!
Whenever I sing it, tears roll down my face because I cant imagine His saving grace and love to a wretched sinner like me.
Long Beach, California, United States
I want to know this love more and more.
Kampala, Uganda
I don't know how best I can comment about this song but, it happens to be my all time best hymn. I love it for it brings back my life and hope in the love Jesus shows us all. Indeed, it is beyond all knowledge.