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If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
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If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
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If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
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It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
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Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
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It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
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For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
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but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
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Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
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And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.