Thou divine, art how O sweet Love

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