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Though I may speak with bravest fire
And have the gift to all inspire
And have not love, my words are vain
As sound brass and hopeless gain.
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.
Come, spirit, come, our hearts control,
Our spirits long to be made whole.
Let inward love guide every deed
By this we worship and are freed.
Amen