1 Corinthians 13
Though I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but have not love, I am a sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have prophetic powers and understand every mystery and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I give away all I possess, and though I surrender my body to be burned,but have not love, it profits me nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind. Love envies not, love is not arrogant or proud. It does not act unseemly; it is not self-seeking, not easily provoked, and does not dwell on evil. It does not rejoice at injustice, but rejoices in the truth. Love bears all things, has faith in all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. As for prophecies, they will vanish away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to nought. For we know in part and prophesy in part, but when the complete comes, then that which is partial will pass away.
When I was I child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became an adult, I put away childish ways. For now we see in a mirror obscured, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know even as I am fully known.
And now abide faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.