Deepen The Wound Thy Hands Have Made
In This Weak, Helpless Soul,
Till Mercy, With Its Balmy Aid,
Descends To Make Me Whole.

The Sharpness Of Thy Two-Edged Sword
Enable Me To Endure;
Till Bold To Say, My Hallowing Lord
Hath Wrought A Perfect Cure.

I See The Exceeding Broad Command,
Which All Contains In One:
Enlarge My Heart To Understand
The Mystery Unknown.

O That With All Thy Saints I Might
By Sweet Experience Prove,
What Is The Length, And Breadth, And Height,
And Depth, Of Perfect Love!