English poem
HYMN XXIX. Religion vain without Love, 1 Cor, xiii:1, 2, 3
by Anonymous
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
Were I inspir'd to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing, without love.
Should I distribute all my store To feed the bowels of the poor, Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name—
If love to God, and love to men Be absent—all my hopes are vain:— Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor firey zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfil.
More by Anonymous
- HYMN XXIII. The Pressure of Sin
- Hymn XXIV. Hallelujah Metre. The Lord's Day Morning
- HYMN XXIV. Joy in the HOLY GHOST
- HYMN XXIX. Praise for the Peace of Conscience
- Hymn XXV. Long Metre. The Christian Race
- HYMN XXVI. All Sinners Miserable
- HYMN XXVI. Pharisee and Publican, Luke xviii.10
- HYMN XXVII. Holiness and Grace, Tit. ii.10—13