O Love divine, how sweet Thou art

O Love divine

how sweet Thou art

When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by Thee?

My thirsty spirit faints to prove

The greatness of redeeming love

The love of Christ to me.

Stronger His love than death and 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.

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.

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 rest on earth be this

To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.