Written for my daughters' weddings
"The Greatest of These . . ."
I Corinthians xiii.
THOUGH the tongues of men and angels
Lose their power to charm or sway,
Though the lore of sage and prophet
Fades like dreams of yesterday,
Even faith that moved the mountains
Falters till it droops and quails,
Hope grows faint, but love abideth
Steadfast love that never fails.
Love that bears her cross rejoicing
Understands and suffers long,
Love that all things true believeth
Thinks no evil dreams no wrong,
Love that lives and all endureth
Envies not nor seeks her own,
Love that dies to rise immortal
Crowned and sceptred on her throne.
Dark the glass of earthly wisdom,
Yet may we by God's good grace
Know in part love's true perfection
Seen hereafter face to face,
Deeper than the wise can fathom,
Higher than the great can prove,
Reaching up to meet the Eternal
One with God for God is love.
Tune: Hymns A. & M., No. 137.