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[277] Alone, O Love ineffable!
     Thy saving name is given;
To turn aside from Thee is hell,
     To walk with Thee is heaven!

How vain, secure in all Thou art,
     Our noisy championship!
The sighing of the contrite heart
     Is more than flattering lip.

Not Thine the bigot's partial plea,
     Nor Thine the zealot's ban;
Thou well canst spare a love of Thee
     Which ends in hate of man.

Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,
     What may Thy service be?—
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,
     But simply following Thee.

We bring no ghastly holocaust,
     We pile no graven stone;
He serves thee best who loveth most
     His brothers and Thy own.

Thy litanies, sweet offices
     Of love and gratitude;
Thy sacramental liturgies,
     The joy of doing good.

In vain shall waves of incense drift
     The vaulted nave around,
In vain the minster turret lift
     Its brazen weights of sound.

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