Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free,
Which brought an undone sinner, such as me,
Right home to God.
But ah! I cannot tell, or sing, or know,
The fulness of that love whilst here below,
Yet my poor vessel I may freely bring;
O thou who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
I am an empty vessel! scarce one thought
Or look of love to thee I've ever brought;