If I can speak in tongues of fire Yet fail to do what love requires I'm nothing—though high mountains move I'm nothing without perfect love I'm nothing if I try to hide Resentment, envy, selfish pride I'm nothing—though high mysteries find If I'm not patient, humble, kind His heavenly gifts God gives to me So Christ's perfected love I'd see And know, and speak, and serve and give And in my holy Bridegroom live In faith and hope, love perseveres No anger and no rudeness hears Such lovingkindness—fully blessed Gives foretastes of eternal rest I see in part like children here A poor reflection in a mirror Yet in my heart I long to find Love more by Jesus' love refined Above I'll know, as Christ has known How vast his love for sinners shown With eyes undimmed I'll end my race And gaze on Jesus face to face And gaze on Jesus face to face