Let Pharisees of High Esteem

Verse 1

Let Pharisees of high esteem
Their faith and zeal declare,
All their religion is a dream
If love be wanting there.

Verse 2

Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok’d in haste;
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.

Verse 3

Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill,
Tho’ she endure the wrong.

Verse 4

She nor desires nor seeks to know
The scandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.

Verse 5

She lays her own advantage by
To seek her neighbour’s good;
So God’s own Son came down to die,
And bought our lives with blood.

Verse 6

Love is the grace that keeps her power
In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no more,
But saints for ever love.