O love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I long, and pant 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. 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 heav'n on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice. O that I could with favour'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.
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