Scripture Verse

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. 1 Corinthians 13:1

Introduction

Words: Mrs. E. P. Nick­er­son, in The In­ter­na­tion­al Les­son Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Da­vid C. Cook (Chi­cago, Il­li­nois: Da­vid C. Cook, 1878), num­ber 105.

Music: Mash­had A. A. Will­iams (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Nick­er­son or Will­iams’ full name, or where to get good pho­tos of them (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Tho’ I speak with tongues of an­gels,
And my faith could mount­ains move,
And the poor re­ceive my boun­ty,
All is no­thing with­out love.
Charity that is long suf­fer­ing,
And is kind to all around,
Love that glad­ly sees ano­ther
With pros­per­ity abound.

Love is nei­ther proud nor haugh­ty,
But re­gards her neigh­bor’s right,
Is not quick­ly moved to an­ger,
In no ev­il takes de­light—
Always in the truth re­joic­ing,
For the truth can all things bear;
Constantly be­liev­ing, hop­ing,
Ever watch­ing un­to pray­er.

And tho’ all things else are fleet­ing,
Charity shall ne­ver fail;
Tongues shall cease and know­ledge van­ish,
Christian love with­in the veil
Shall shine forth with add­ed glo­ry
In that high and ho­ly place,
Where we shall be like our Sav­ior,
When we see Him face to face.