Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.@1 Corinthians 13:1-3
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John H. Yates (1837-1900)

John H. Yates (1837-1900).

Bawardy, Hubert P. Main, 1902 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Hubert P. Main (1839-1925)

O love, divine, victorious love,
O come and dwell with me!
Though I by faith could mountains move,
I’m nothing without thee;
Thy worth has never yet been sung,
Nor can it ever be;
Though I could speak with angels’ tongue
I’m nothing without thee.

Though I my worldly goods should give
To feed the starving poor,
This would not be for Christ to live,
Nor could it Heav’n secure;
And should I compass land and sea,
Or face devouring flame;
Still, without thee, my zeal would be,
Only an empty name.

All tongues of eloquence shall cease,
And be of no avail,
But thou shalt evermore increase,
For love can never fail;
All knowledge which we strive to gain,
Shall vanish soon away,
But love shall evermore remain,
And lead to endless day.

O love, divine, thy worth unsung,
Let me thy presence feel!
Baptize with heav’nly fire my tongue,
And sanctify my zeal;
Enlarge my vision’s narrow scope,
And lift my thoughts above;
Though faith is great, and great is hope,
Yet greater, far, is love!