how Thou divine, sweet art Love O

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