For love, brave love that ventureth,
For love that faileth not, I come;
For love that never wearieth,
Nor findeth burdens burdensome.
I come for hope that springeth green,
And burneth steadfast like a star;
For faith that pierceth through the seen
To things eternal, things that are.
O Love, that lightenest all my ways,
Within, without, below, above--
Flow through the minutes of my days;
The sum of all my life be love.
--Amy Carmichael
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