Deepen the wound thy hands have made In this weak, helpless soul,
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!
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