1 O Love divine, how sweet Thou art,
When shall I find my willing heart
My thirsty spirit faints to prove
2 Stronger His love than death and hell,
Desire in vain its depths to see;
3 God only knows the love of God;
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
4 Oh, that I could forever sit
Like Mary, at the Master's feet;
My only care, delight, and bliss,