Matthew 22: And the second IS like unto it, Thou shalt, &c

O Love Divine, how can it be
That man should not be lost in Thee!
Yet ah, till Thou Thyself impart
He never finds Thee in his heart;
Ocould I catch that heavenly fire
Which burns in yon enraptured choir.
And live on earth the life above,
The life of pure seraphic love!

O Love Divine, of Thee possess'd,
I find an heaven within my breast;
Expanded by Thy power I find
My heart drawn out to all mankind!
The warmth that in my bosom glows
Its origin celestial shows,
The Sun in the illustrious beam,
The Fountain in the crystal stream.
The love of God is found again,
Where'er we find the love of man.
The cause in its effect we see,
And by the fruit discern the tree;
From human to Divine ascend,
Its pattern, principle, and end.
And loving man in God alone,
We feel that both the loves are one.