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. Stronger His love than death or hell; Its reaches 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. 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. O 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. O that, with humbled Peter, I Could weep, believe, and thrice reply, My faithfulness to prove. Thou know'st, (for all to Thee is known, Thou know'st, O Lord, and Thou alone, Thou know'st that Thee I love. O that I could, with favored 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. Thy only love do I require, Nothing on earth beneath desire, Nothing in heaven above; Let earth, and heaven, and all things go, Give me Thy only love to know, Give me only Thy love.