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8.8.6.

1
O love divine, how sweet thou art,
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, and faint, and die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2
God only knows the love of God;
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For this I sigh, for this I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine;
Be mine this better part.

3
O that I could for ever 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.

4
O that I could, with favoured 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.