Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong, I am a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries, all knowledge, and have faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. R.: Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child, but when I became a man, I put down childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face: Now I know in part; then shall I understand fully even as I have been fully understood. For prophecies, they pass away, tongues, they cease, knowledge, it passes away. Love never ends. R. Amor vincit omnia.