When shall I find my willing heart
O love divine, how sweet thou art!

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 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!

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!

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 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.