divine, how sweet O Love art Thou

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