O love, di­vine, vic­to­ri­ous love,
O come and dwell with me!
Though I by faith could mount­ains move,
I’m no­thing with­out thee;
Thy worth has nev­er yet been sung,
Nor can it ev­er be;
Though I could speak with an­gels’ tongue
I’m no­thing with­out thee.

Though 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.

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.

O love, di­vine, thy worth un­sung,
Let me thy pre­sence feel!
Baptize with heav’n­ly fire my tongue,
And sanc­ti­fy my zeal;
Enlarge my vi­sion’s nar­row scope,
And lift my thoughts above;
Though faith is great, and great is hope,
Yet greater, far, is love!