O Love Divine, How Sweet Thou Art!

1O 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.

2Stronger His love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable:
The firstborn sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and height.

3God 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!

4O 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 heaven on earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.