divine, O Love how sweet Thou art

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