O Love how divine, art sweet Thou

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