O art sweet Love how divine, Thou

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