divine, art Love how O Thou sweet

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