ALL are indebted much to Thee, But I far more than all, From many a deadly snare set free, And raised from many a fall. Overwhelm me from above, Daily, with Thy boundless love! What bonds of gratitude I feel No language can declare; Beneath the oppressive weight I reel, 'Tis more than I can bear: When shall I that blessing prove, To return Thee Love for Love? Spirit of Charity, dispense Thy grace to every heart; Expel all other spirits thence, Drive self from every part; Charity divine, draw nigh, Break the chains in which we lie! All selfish souls, whate'er they feign, Have still a slavish lot; They boast of liberty in vain, Of Love, and feel it not. He whose bosom glows with Thee, He, and he alone, is free. O blessedness, all bliss above, When thy pure fires prevail! Love only teaches what is Love; All other lessons fail: We learn its name, but not its powers, Experience only makes it ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REBEL FAITH by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |