Though...I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,

        and have not charity,

           I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries,

          and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,                     and have not charity, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, 

                             and though I give my body to be  burned, and have not charity....

It profiteth me nothing!
Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not;

                                          charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,.

The First Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians Chapter 13

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For there shall be a day, that the watchmen upon the mount Ephraim shall cry, Arise ye, and let us go up to Zion unto the Lord our God.