Kneeling before my Father God I pray
that out of His glorious riches I may
be strengthened through the power of His Spirit
and together with all the saints I'll inherit
a love which all knowledge surpasses
and be filled with the measure of His fullness.
To know how wide and long and high and deep
Is the love that Christ for all of His lost sheep
So that He may by faith dwell within my heart
which no power in in hell can ever part.
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