Love art sweet how Thou divine, O

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