This song is why I adore Corinthians, even though it is, like, the Top 40 of Bible verses. I listened to it today on my way home from work for the first time in a long time and had chills the entire way through.
(Warning: I don’t think there are naked bits, but some of the footage is a little racy.)
Sinfonia Varsovia, conducted by Wojciech Michniewski
Elzbieta Towarnicka, soprano
The Silesia Philharmonic Choir.
Ean tes gloses ton anthropon lalo ke ton angelon
agapin de mi eho, gegona halkos ihon i cymbalon alalazon.
Ke ean eho profitian ke ido ta mystiria panta
oste ori methistanin,agapin de mi eho
I agapi makrothymi, christevete,
I agapi ou zili, i agapi ou perperevete, ou fysioute.
Panta stegi, panta pistevi, panta elpizi, panta ypomeni,
i agapi oudepote ekpipti
ite de profitie katargithisonte
ite glose pafsonte
ite gnosis katargithisete
Nini de meni, pistis, elpis, agapi,
ta tria tafta,
mizon de touton i agapi.
Though I speak with the tongues of angels
if have not love, my worlds would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries
and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains
if I have not love I am nothing
Love is patient, full of goodness,
love tolerates all things, aspires to all things
Love never dies
while the prophecies shall be done away
tongues shall be silenced
knowledge shall fade
Thus then shall linger only
faith, hope and love
but the greatest of these is love.