SATB and Organ. A metrical setting of the Love Chapter (1 Corinthians 13). This gentle, lilting, old Irish air is easy to sing, easy to learn, and will be a favorite of your choir and congregation for years to come. Weddings? You bet! And easily adapted for a solo.
If tongues of men and angels sing,
and joined with them, my praise I bring,
Yet no love lives within the thing,
my clamor is forsaken.
And when all prophesies have flown,
And mountains moved by faith alone,
And if I know what can be known,
Forsaking love, I'm shaken.
For love is patient, love is kind,
Not envious, or self-inclined,
Insisting on its way to find,
But wends the path rejoicing.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
To hope it ever after clings,
Enduring all, love's spirit sings,
Its expectation voicing.
Let prophesies and knowledge cease,
And unknown tongues, their joy release,
We only know in part the peace
that now we are pretending.
For faith and hope and love abide,
These all within our hearts reside,
Yet of these three, love opens wide
The path of joy unending.