Love

1If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2And if I should have prophecy and should know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I should have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. 3And if I should distribute all my goods to feed the poor, and if I should deliver my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.

4Charity is patient, is kind: charity envieth not, dealeth not perversely, is not puffed up, 5Is not ambitious, seeketh not her own, is not provoked to anger, thinketh no evil: 6Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth with the truth: 7Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8Charity never falleth away: whether prophecies shall be made void or tongues shall cease or knowledge shall be destroyed. 9For we know in part: and we prophesy in part. 10But when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away. 11When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But, when I became a man, I put away the things of a child. 12We see now through a glass in a dark manner: but then face to face. Now I know in part: but then I shall know even as I am known. 13And now there remain faith, hope, and charity, these three: but the greatest of these is charity.