459 O Love divine, how sweet Thou art!

1 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 or 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 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!