The Berean Expositor
Volume 39 - Page 5 of 234
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How shall we sing the Love that sought?
Its breadth and length, its depth and height.
Its fullness passes all our thought,
As mid-day sun surpasses night.
What shall for us its length define?
No measure can to this extend:
The Love that died to make us thine
Has no beginning and no end.
Its height no angel wing can soar,
Far, far above all power and might;
Yet such His grace, for us in store,
To share the Holiest in the light.