Text: | Let Pharisees of high esteem |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Let Pharisees of high esteem
Their faith and zeal declare,
All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.
Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provoked in haste;
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.
[Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though she endure the wrong.]
[She nor desires nor seeks to know
The scandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.]
She lays her own advantage by
To seek her neighbor's good;
So God's own Son came down to die,
And bought our lives with blood.
Love is the grace that keeps her power
In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no more,
But saints for ever love.
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First Line: | Let Pharisees of high esteem |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1835 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Meditation; Lord's Day: Morning; Morning: of a sabbath(8 more...) |