O how divine, sweet Love art Thou

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