If I could like an angel preach And with all wisdom others teach; Yet, if God’s love were not in me, All this as sounding brass would be. The love of God, naught takes its place -- No gifts, nor works; not even faith. The love of God is patient, kind; It envies not, no fault doth find. This love divine, seeks not its own, Will bear all things when self is gone And love divine behave aright -- No evil thinks, and shows no pride; Cannot rejoice in what is wrong; But in the truth -- even though alone. Yea! love divine will all endure; Hopes and believes what’s best and pure. And love divine shall yet increase When prophecy and tongues shall cease. We know and speak in part while here -- It will be so till He appear. Like thro’ a glass we see things here Then face to face -- there He is near -- And now abides Faith, Hope, and Love -- But greatest of them all is Love.