Love Never Faileth [Out of Print]
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, And have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all knowledge and all mystery: And though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains, And have not love, I am nothing. Love never faileth; Love never faileth; But whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; Whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away, It shall vanish away. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, And though I give my body to be burned, And have not love, it profiteth me nothing. Love suff’reth long and is kind; Love envieth not; Love vaunteth not itself, Is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, Seeketh not her own; Is not easily provoked; Thinketh no evil; Thinketh no evil, rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth. Love never faileth, Love never faileth, And now abideth faith, hope, and love, But the greatest of these is love, For love never faileth, Love never faileth.