The Gift of Love
Traditional Irish, arr. by Hal H. Hopson

Sung on this track by the RED cantor.

Text:
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 giv’n by love within,
The profit soon turns strangely thin.

Come, spirit come, our hearts control.
Our spirits long to be made whole.
O come, spirit, come, Let inward love,
Let love guide ev’ry deed.

By this we worship, we are freed.
Amen, Amen.

MUSIC © 1972 FOLK SONGS FOR WEDDINGS BY HOPE PUBLISHING COMPANY