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O Love divine, how sweet Thou art,
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| 1. | O Love divine, how sweet Thou art, |
| | When shall I find my willing heart |
| | All taken up by Thee? |
| | My thirsty spirit faints to prove |
| | The greatness of redeeming love, |
| | The love of Christ to me. |
| 2. | Stronger His love than death and hell, |
| | Its riches are unsearchable: |
| | The first-born sons of light |
| | Desire in vain its depths to see; |
| | They cannot reach the mystery, |
| | The length, and breadth, and height. |
| 3. | God only knows the love of God; |
| | Oh, that it now were shed abroad |
| | In this poor stony heart; |
| | For love I sigh, for love I pine; |
| | This only portion, Lord, be mine, |
| | Be mine this better part. |
| 4. | Oh, that I could forever sit |
| | Like Mary, at the Master's feet; |
| | Be this my happy choice; |
| | My only care, delight, and bliss, |
| | My joy, my rest on earth be this, |
| | To hear the Bridegroom's voice. |