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
This was written in 1972 and was in our hymnal for us to sing this morning. I thought it was a good thing to share on a Sunday.