Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provoked in haste;
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.
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.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707
Nor is provoked in haste;
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.
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.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707
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