1 

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.

 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;

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 rest on earth be this,

   To hear the Bridegroom's voice.