Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity
I am become as a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
Though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor and have not charity
It profiteth me nothing
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, but the greatest of these
is charity, love.
Charity suffereth long, and is kind;
Charity envieth not
Charity vaunteth not itself is not puffed up
Charity never faileth
Rejoiceth not in iniquity
But rejoiceth in truth
Faith, hope charity
For now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face
Now I know in part,
but then I shall know, even also as I am known.
The greatest of these is charity, love.
Adapted by the composer from
1 Corinthians 14