Love and Charity.
1 Let Pharisees of high esteem
Their faith and zeal declare,--
All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.
2 Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provoked in haste;
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.
3 Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though she endures the wrong.
4 Love is the grace that keeps her power
In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no more,
But saints forever love.