letra de though i speak with the tongues of men - edward bairstow
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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