sweet Thou how art divine, Love O

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