divine, Thou art sweet how O Love

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