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The Greatest Thing In The World -by Henry Drummond
Intro
THOUGH
I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have
not love, I am become as a 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 LOVE
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
Love, it profiteth me nothing.
Love
suffereth 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;
Rejoiceth
not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
Beareth
all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth
all things.
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. 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 spake 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 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, Love, these three; but the greatest of these is Love.—I
COR xiii.
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