1 O Love, divine, victorious Love,
O come and dwell with me!
Tho’ I by faith could mountains move,
I’m nothing without Thee;
Thy worth has never yet been sung,
Nor can it ever be;
Tho’ I could speak with angels’ tongue
I’m nothing without Thee.
2 Tho’ I my worldly goods should give
To feed the starving poor,
This would not be for Christ to live,
Nor could it heav’n secure;
And should I compass land and sea,
Or face devouring flame;
Still, without Thee, my zeal would be,
Only an empty name.
3 All tongues of eloquence shall cease,
And be of no avail,
But Thou shalt evermore increase,
For Love can never fail;
All knowledge which we strive to gain,
Shall vanish soon away,
But Love shall evermore remain,
And lead to endless day.
4 O Love, divine, Thy worth unsung,
Let me Thy presence feel!
Baptize with heav’nly fire m tongue,
And sanctify my zeal;
Enlarge my vision’s narrow scope,
And lift my thot’s above;
Tho’ Faith is great, and great is Hope,
Yet greater, far, is Love!