If I speak in tongues of men
And angels that are heaven sent,
To treasure gifts this child enjoyed
Without love I only pass
As clanging cymbals and sounding brass;
To give a sound, yet life devoid.

If by prophecy I’d share,
Mysteries sages would declare,
All my knowledge won’t compare to love;
For only love prevails.

If my faith makes mountains move,
And loveless works my power prove,
Would it ever mean a thing?
If I dole out all I own
To feed the hungry in lands unknown,
Would my boast a profit bring?

Love is patient; love is kind;
Jealous boasting, love declines.
On account of evil love is blind,
For only love prevails.