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.
Stronger His
love than
death or
hell;
Its reaches
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.
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.
O 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.
O that,
with humbled
Peter, I
Could weep,
believe, and
thrice reply,
My
faithfulness
to prove.
Thou know’st,
(for all to
Thee is
known,
Thou know’st,
O Lord, and
Thou alone,
Thou know’st
that Thee I
love.
O that I
could, with
favored John,
Recline my
weary head
upon
The dear
Redeemer’s
breast!
From care,
and sin, and
sorrow free,
Give me, O
Lord, to find
in Thee
My
everlasting
rest.
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 Thy
only love to
know,
Give me only
Thy love.
