art Thou Love divine, O how sweet

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