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