Saint Paul's Hymn of  Love
���� ��� If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
������������������ but have not love,
���� ��� I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
�������� And if I have prophetic powers,
�������� and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
�������� and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains,
����������������� but have not love,
�������� I am nothing.
�������� If I give away all I have,
�������� and if I deliver my body to be burned,
������������������ but have not love,
�������� I gain nothing.
���� ��� Love is patient and kind;
�������� love is not jealous or boastful;
�������� it is not arrogant or rude.
�������� Love does not insist on its own way;
�������� it is not irritable or resentful;
�������� it does not rejoice at wrong,
�������� but rejoices in the right.
�������� Love bears all things, believes all things,
�������� hopes all things, endures all things.
�������� Love never ends; as for prophecies,
�������� they will pass away; as for tongues,
�������� they will cease; as for knowledge,
�������� it will pass away.
�������� For our knowledge is imperfect
�������� and our prophecy is imperfect;
�������� but when the perfect comes,
�������� the imperfect will pass away.
�������� When I was a child,
���� ��� I spoke like a child, I thought like a child,
�������� I reasoned like a child;
����� �� when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
�������� For now we see in a mirror dimly,
�������� but then face to face.
�������� Now I know in part;
�������� then I shall understand fully,
�������� even as I have been fully understood.
�������� So faith, hope, love abide, these three;
�������� but the greatest of these is love
�� (1 Cor 13).
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