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 profits me nothing.
Charity suffers long and is benign; charity envies not; charity does nothing without due reason, is not puffed up,
is not injurious, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil,
rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Charity is never lost, but prophecies shall come to an end, tongues shall cease, and knowledge shall come to an end.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When 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 childish things.
For now we see as through a mirror, in darkness, but then we shall see face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall know even as I also am known.
And now abide faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.