O love divine, how sweet thou art!

O love divine, how sweet thou art!

When shall I find my longing 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.

Stronger his love than death or hell;

its riches are unsearchable:

the first-born sons of light

desire in vain its depth to see;

they cannot reach the mystery,

the length and breadth and height.

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.

For ever would I take my seat

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!

Thy only love do I require,

nothing on earth beneath desire,

nothing in heaven above:

let earth and heaven, and all things go,

give me thine only love to know,

give me thine only love.