sweet how art Thou Love O divine,

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