2 It passeth telling! that dear love of Thine, My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners far and

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A love which can remove all guilty fear, And love beget.

3 It passeth praises! that dear love of The Thine,

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tre a Would sing a love so rich so full so free, 10 to dealt oda al Which brought a rebel sinner, such as me, Nigh unto God.

4 But though I cannot tell, or sing, or know, The fulness of Thy love while here below, My empty vessel I may freely bring­O Thou, who art of love the living spring, My vessel fill.

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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 plea­Thou lovest me!" paidastrare Des migeb. bas

6 Oh! fill me, Jesus Saviour, with Thy love; Lead, lead me to the living fount above! 346

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