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.