art Love divine, Thou sweet how O

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