Love

1If I speak with tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. 2And, if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all the mysteries and all knowledge; and, if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing, 3And, if I bestow in morsels all my goods; and, if I give my body to he burned, but have not love, I am profited nothing.

4Love suffers long, is kind; love envies not; love vaunts not herself, is not puffed up, 5behaves not unseemly, seeks not her own, is not provoked, takes no account of evil, 6rejoices not at unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; 7bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8Love never fails; but whether there be prophecies, they will be done away; whether there be tongues, they will cease; whether there be knowledge, it will be done away. 9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; 10but, when the complete comes, the partial will be done away. 11When I was a child, I was wont to talk as a child, to think as a child, to reason as a child; since I have become a man, I have done away with the things of the child; 12for now we see through a mirror, obscurely; but then, face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall fully know, even as I also was fully known. 13But now abides faith, hope, love; these three; and the greatest of these is love.