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Text: | Though we could speak with angel tongues |
Author: | Anon. |
Tune: | BRATTLE STREET |
Composer: | Ignace Pleyel |
1 Though we could speak with angel tongues,
Or with prophetic skill
Survey the future at a glance
And read events at will;
Had we a faith in God so strong
As mountains to remove,
Yet all were fruitless, all in vain,
If not inspired by love.
2 And though our goods to feed the poor
Our liberal hands bestow,
Or yield our bodies to the flames
Our ardent zeal to show;
Our deeds, though like the noon-day sun,
Of no avail would prove,
No sacrifice a merit claims
That is not crowned by love.
3 Love suffers long and envies not,
Endures, forbears, believes,
All things it hopes, all things forgives,
It trusts but ne'er deceives;
And now abide to every soul
These graces from above,
Faith, hope, and love, immortal three,
But chief of all is love.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Though we could speak with angel tongues |
Author: | Anon. |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | The Christian: Faith, Hope, and Charity |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | BRATTLE STREET |
Composer: | Ignace Pleyel |
Meter: | C. M. D |
Key: | D Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #83 or 291. |