Faith, Hope, and Charity

Leigh Hunt

1784 to 1859

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'Tis said that Faith declines; believe it not; 
Faith grows and spreads. Faith in the happier lot
Of human kind; therefore, sweet Hope, in thee; 
And Faith in God's own climax. Charity.
'Tis strange that Christians should be proud, who hold 
Prospects in scorn, by Christ himself foretold. 
What was the song sung on this blessed night, 
When round the shepherds fell the golden light 
That held the angel, and he said "Fear not?" 
What but the promise of that happier lot 
Fit to bring angels down, as it did then 
Of "peace on earth and good-will towards men?"