sweet Love Thou O art how divine,

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