The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

Should bounteous nature kindly pour

Should bounteous nature kindly pour
   Her richest gifts on me,
Still, O my God I should he poor,
   If void of love to thee.

Not shining wit, nor manly sense,
   Could make me truly good:
Not zeal itself could recompense
   The want of love to God.

Did I possess the gift of tongues,
   But were deny'd thy grace;
My loudest words, my loftiest songs,
   Would be but sounding brass.

Tho' thou should'st give me heavenly skill
   Each myst'ry to explain;
If I'd no heart to do thy will,
   My knowledge would be vain.

Had I so strong a faith, my Go,
   As mountains to remove;
No faith could do me real good,
   That did not work by love.

[What though, to gratify my pride,
   And make my heaven secure,
All my possessions I divide
   Among the hungry poor:

What tho' my body I consign
   To the devouring flame,
Is hope the glorious deed will shine
   In rolls of endless fame!

These splendid acts of sanity,
   Tho' all the world applaud,
If destitute of charity,
   Can never please my GOD.

Oh, grant me then, this one request,
   And I'll be satisfy'd.
That love divine may role my breast,
   And all my actions guide.

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