歌词
Though I speak with tongues of men and of angels
And have not charity
I am become assounding brass
Or a tinkling cymbal
And though I have all faith
So that I could remove mountains
And have not charity
I am nothing
And have not charity
I am nothing
Charity suff'reth long
And is kind
Charity envieth not
Charity vaunteth not itself
Is not puffed up
Doth not behave itself undeemly
Seeketh not her own
Is not easily provoked
Thinketh no evil
Seeketh not her own
Is not easily provoked
Thinketh no evil
Thinketh no evil
Rejoiceth in the truth
Beareth all things
Believeth all things
Hopeth all things
Endureth all things
All things
All things
Charity suff'reth long
And is kind
Charity envieth not
Charity
Vaunteth not itself
Is not puffed up
Charity envieth not
Rejoiceth in the truth
Beareth all things
Believeth all things
Hopeth all things
Endureth all things
All things
All things
Charity never faileth
Never faileth
Charity never faileth
Never faileth
Charity never faileth
Never faileth
Never faileth
Never faileth