O love divine, how sweet thou art!
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8.8.6.8.8.6 1 O 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 reaches 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 forever sit, Like 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. C. Wesley