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