792    S.M.     J. Hart
“Charity never faileth.” 1 Cor. 13. 8, 13; 16. 14

1 Faith in the bleeding Lamb,
  O what a gift is this!
  Hope of salvation in his name,
  How comfortable ’tis!

2 [Knowledge of what is right,
  How God is satisfied,
  A foe received a favourite,
  An alien made a child;

3 Blessings, my friends, like these,
  Are very, very great;
  But soon they every one must cease,
  Nor are they now complete.

4 Faith will to bliss give place;
  For who needs trust for things he has,
  Or hope for what he views?

5 The little too that’s known,
  Which, children-like, we boast,
  Will fade, like glow-worms in the sun,
  Or drops in ocean lost.]

6 But love shall still remain,
  Its glories cannot cease,
  No other change shall that sustain,
  Save only to increase.

7 Of all that God bestows,
  In earth or heaven above,
  The best gift saint or angel knows,
  Or e’er will know, is love.

8 [Love all defects supplies,
  Makes great obstructions small;
  ’Tis prayer, ’tis praise, ’tis sacrifice,
  ’Tis holiness, ’tis all!]

9 Descend, celestial Dove,
  With Jesus’ flock abide;
  Give us that best of blessings, love,
  Whate’er we want beside.