It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine

My soul shall sing

One of my favorites. Brings me back to the reality of the gospel!

I love this song cause our Father's love is free. Although I come to Him again and again, He accept me . I could sing it over and over again. Amen!

I would like to say "when at His lofty Throne I bow the knee" A sinner like me is not worthy to sit with Jesus. I have loved the song since I first sang it at Clarkebury Institution in 1971.

we praise You Lord Jesus

My soul shall sing!!

It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,

My Savior, Jesus; yet this soul of min

Mary Shekleton was born in 1827, in Dublin, Ireland. She was taught by her young widowed mother who as a Christian had four small girls to bring up aged between 6 years and 6 months. Mrs. Shekleton was on a steep learning curve growing rapidly in her faith and knowledge of the Bible while praying with and for her daughters as well as reading to and with them God’s word.

Fragile from birth and apparently doomed with tuberculosis, Mary showed spiritual awareness from her earliest years, knowing the

Lord for as long as she could remember.

In 1852 both her tutor and mother were taken by death. Surviving as an invalid, especially from 1861 onwards, close to death and in 1872 Mary worked as secretary of the “Invalid Prayer Union” which she founded later that year. She formed a network of more than 300 household contacts who became her friends by correspondence, news and prayer. The IPU grew from positive responses and later without her knowledge, a letter was published in the journal “ Women’s Work in the Great Spiritual Harvest Field. ” She provided her contacts with some basic practical rules: Scripture reading, prayer topics, a prayerfully chosen prayer motto, and some brief devotional comments. She was fully occupied with this work and sewing for charitable causes; her writing was honest, aware of failure, sometimes witty, always thankful, never gloomy or critical of others, full of nuggets of scriptural truth combined with practical common sense.

Her visits to church were rare because of her condition but they were a delight to her.... to join in public worship with the people of God. “I found myself in the house of God after an absence of nearly 20 years! ”

She appreciated the hills and coastline of Monkstown and Bray just South of Dublin. Once she reluctantly agreed to be photographed for the sake of those who had never seen her countenance before.

By 1883, she had become too weak to continue and died in September of that year. Near the end she would repeat, “Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness, my beauty are, my glorious dress. ” In the following year her sister Margaretta of Kingston, Dublin published “ Chosen Chastened and Crowned—Memorials is Mary Shekleton. ”

Tonga Free Wesleyan hymn 535. What a blessing.

Malo

I am an empty vessel—not one thought
Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee,
With this the empty sinner’s only plea,
Thou lovest me.
We are empty vessels!!