how Thou sweet O art Love divine,

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