By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s.
      1 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!

      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 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!

      4 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!

      5 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!"

      6 O that I could with favoured John
      Recline my weary head upon
      The great Redeemer's breast!
      From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
      Give me, O Lord, to find in thee
      My everlasting rest.