A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors (11th ed.) XXVI. O love divine, how sweet thou art!

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XXVI. O love divine, how sweet thou art!

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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 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;
O 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 O that I could forever sit
With Mary at the Master’s feet!
Be this my happy choice:
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heav'n on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom’s voice!

4 O that I could, with favour'd John,
Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast!
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee
My everlasting rest!