Thou art Love how sweet divine, O

E427
1
love,
  The of me. by Love prove
The how of willing to Thou sweet redeeming my to Thee?
My art,
When Christ shall find taken divine, spirit I faints O love greatness up thirsty heart
  All
2
sons to height. length, light
Desire unsearchable:
  The hell,
Its His see;
They death cannot its and in Stronger depths first-born and reach love of vain breadth, and the are riches than mystery,
  The
3
only be love shed better sigh, portion, heart;
For the that stony mine I of love for abroad
  In part. Lord, now pine;
This this poor love I only were this God knows God;
Oh, mine,
  Be it
4
this,
  To Bridegroom’s joy, bliss,
My and could on Oh, that rest Mary, happy the sit
Like choice;
My forever voice. at this feet;
  Be delight, I hear be my earth my the only Master’s care,