Thou sweet how O divine, Love art

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