Lyrics

Men have measured mountains
Fathomed depths of roaring seas
Walked into the starry heavens
Traced the fountains, counted trees
But two things few choose to know
Sin and love, O who has seen,
The measure of these vast and spacious things

Love is that liquor sweet
Sweet and most divine
Which my God feels as blood but
I must taste as wine

Immortal Love, who made this world
Sprung from beauty that never fades
How man has parcel'd out
Love, thy glorious name
And thrown it on
The dust which thou has made
Immortal Heat, O greatest flame
Attract to you these lesser fading fires

Who would know sin
Let him go to Olivet
And there see a man wrung
With blood and agony
Sin is that press and vice
Which forceth pain through every vein
Who knows not love let him
Taste that juice which,
From the cross does flow