Love art how O sweet divine, Thou

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