Though I speak with the tongues of men

Lyrics
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; And though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endurеth all things Charity never faileth: but whеther there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: Now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known And now abideth faith, hope and charity, but the greatest of these is charity
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Credits
- Writers
- Edward Bairstow