Text: | All attainments vain without love |
Author: | Dr. 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 deny'd thy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs,
Would be but sounding brass.
4 Tho' thou shouldst give me heavenly skill,
Eeach 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 Heaven 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 satisfy'd,
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: | Dr. S. Stennett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Graces of the Spirit: Love to Enemies; All attainments vain without love; Religion vain without Love(1 more...) |