Verse 1
All our best performances
Without love can never please;
All our pains are misemploy’d,
Worthless in the sight of God;
But the touch of love divine,
Makes our meanest actions shine,
Casts us in a finer mould,
Turns our nature’s dross to gold.
Verse 2
Gracious Lord, implant in me
That celestial charity,
Let my every word and deed
From a loving heart proceed,
Hence may all my tempers rise,
Then accept my sacrifice,
Then in all my nature own
The pure Spirit of thy Son.