The Gift of Love
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m: Traditional English Melody
w: Hal Hopson, 1972

[Verse 1]
Though I may speak with bravest fire,
and have the gift to all inspire,
and have not love, my words are vain,
as sounding brass, and hopeless gain.

[Verse 2]
Though I may give all I possess,
and striving so my love profess,
but not be giv'n by love within,
the profit soon turns strangely thin.

[Verse 3]
Come, Spirit, come, our hearts control,
our spirits long to be made whole.
Let inward love guide ev'ry deed;
by this we worship, and are freed.