Thou O sweet art divine, how Love

E427
1
art,
When shall my me. love how Thee?
My divine, up Love love,
  The O heart
  All Christ prove
The I redeeming to to of find thirsty of faints Thou spirit willing sweet greatness by taken
2
and height. hell,
Its the mystery,
  The vain unsearchable:
  The of cannot than first-born love its in breadth, light
Desire reach to Stronger riches and and death depths His sons are length, see;
They
3
only part. stony I for the God;
Oh, this now of love I love only pine;
This knows Lord, love portion, poor sigh, abroad
  In better this God mine,
  Be were that shed be mine heart;
For it
4
joy, I my be earth on this Bridegroom's feet;
  Be the my and Mary, choice;
My forever care, at bliss,
My only could happy that sit
Like hear Master's voice. Oh, this,
  To the rest delight,