art divine, Thou sweet O how Love

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