English poem
HYMN XXVIII. Love and Charity, 1 Cor. xiii.2—7
by Anonymous
Let Pharisees, of high esteem, Their faith and zeal declare; All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there.
Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provok'd in haste; She lets the present inj'ry die, And long forgets the past.
She lays her own advantage by To seek her neighbour's good; So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our lives with blood.
Love is the grace which keeps her power, In realms of light above; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints forever love.
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