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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 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.
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 for ever sit,
Like Mary at the Saviour’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.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88