345. Olote divine, how sweet thou art

Olote 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 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.

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.

Forever would I take my seat

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. Amen.

17 N