“Charity never faileth.” 1 Cor. 13. 8, 13; 16. 14
J. Hart S.M.
1
Faith in the bleeding Lamb,
O what a gift is this!
Hope of salvation in his name,
How comfortable ’tis!
2
[Knowledge of what is right,
How God is satisfied,
A foe received a favourite,
An alien made a child;
3
Blessings, my friends, like these,
Are very, very great;
But soon they every one must cease,
Nor are they now complete.
4
Faith will to bliss give place;
In sight we hope shall lose;
For who needs trust for things he has,
Or hope for what he views?
5
The little too that’s known,
Which, children-like, we boast,
Will fade, like glow-worms in the sun,
Or drops in ocean lost.]
6
But love shall still remain,
Its glories cannot cease,
No other change shall that sustain,
Save only to increase.
7
Of all that God bestows,
In earth or heaven above,
The best gift saint or angel knows,
Or e’er will know, is love.
8
[Love all defects supplies,
Makes great obstructions small;
’Tis prayer, ’tis praise, ’tis sacrifice,
’Tis holiness, ’tis all!]
9
Descend, celestial Dove,
With Jesus’ flock abide;
Give us that best of blessings, love,
Whate’er we want beside.
