DEEPEN the wound thy hands have made In this weak, helpless soul, Till mercy,...
Verse 1
DEEPEN the wound thy hands have made In this weak, helpless soul, Till mercy, with its balmy aid, Descends to make me whole.
Verse 2
The sharpness of thy two-edged sword Enable me to endure; Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord Hath wrought a perfect cure.
Verse 3
I see the exceeding broad command, Which all contains in one: Enlarge my heart to understand The mystery unknown.
Verse 4
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!
