1 O love divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I long and thirst, and faint ti 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 Oh, 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.

4 Oh, that I could, with favor'd 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.