By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 DEEPEN the wound thy hands have made
      In this weak, helpless soul,
      Till mercy, with its balmy aid,
      Descends to make me whole.

      2 The sharpness of thy two-edged sword
      Enable me to endure;
      Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord
      Hath wrought a perfect cure.

      3 I see the exceeding broad command,
      Which all contains in one:
      Enlarge my heart to understand
      The mystery unknown.

      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!