Though I speak with angel tongues
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Though I speak with angel tonguesBravest words of strength and fire,They are but as idle songsIf no love my heart inspire;All the eloquence shall passAs the noise of sounding brass.
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Though I lavish all I have,On the poor in charity,Though I shrink not from the grave,Or unmoved the stake can see,—Till by love the work be crowned,All shall profitless be found.
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Come, thou Spirit of pure love,Who didst forth from God proceed,Never from my heart remove;Let me all thy impulse heed,Let my heart henceforward beMoved, controlled, inspired by thee.