Though I may speak with bravest fire

And have the gift to all inspire

And have not love my words are vain

As sounding brass and hopeless gain

Though I may give all I possess

And striving so my love profess

But not be given 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