Text: | All Attainments vain without Love |
Author: | S. Stennett |
1 Should bounteous nature kindly pour
Her richest gifts on me,
Still, O my God, I should be poor,
If void of love to thee.
2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense,
could make me truly good:
Nor zeal itself could recompense
The want of love to God.
3 Did I possess the gift of tongues,
But were deni'd thy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs,
Would be but sounding brass.
4 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill,
Each myst'ry to explain,
If I'd no heart to do thy will,
My knowledge would be vain.
5 Had I so strong a faith, my God,
As mountains to remove,
No faith could do me real good,
That did not work by love.
6 What tho', to gratify my pride,
And make my heav'n secure,
All my possessions I divide,
Among the hungry poor!
7 What tho' my body I consign,
To the devouring flame,
In hope the glorious deed will shine
In roils of endless fame!
8 These splendid acts of vanity,
Tho' all the world applaud,
If destitute of charity,
Can never please my God.
9 O grant me then this one request,
And I'll be satisfied,
That love divine may rule my breast,
And all my actions guide.
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First Line: | Should bounteous nature kindly pour |
Title: | All Attainments vain without Love |
Author: | S. Stennett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Eternal and Unchangeable Love of God, commemorated in Hymns of Thanksgiving |