- Happy the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.
- Knowledge, alas! ‘tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
- ‘Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move:
The devils know, and tremble too;
But Satan cannot love. Amen.