Would of that love in all its depth and length,
Its height and breadth and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
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.
It passeth praises, that dear love of thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine