If I speak in tongues of angels
Understanding mysteries
And an edification
Open my eyes to see
With a heart full of compassion
To meet my brother's needs
If I don't have pure love
Then it doesn't mean a thing

If I give all my possessions
Just to be seen of men
Spend all my time in service
Not really having God within
With a heart full of desires
To touch a world of sin
If I don't have pure love
Then it doesn't mean a thing

If I don't love my brother like I should
I'm just a clambering cymbal
Being proud and puffed up in my ways
I won't see Jеsus face to face
If I lay up all of my trophies
For all thе world to see
If I don't have pure love
Then it doesn't mean a thing
Not sermons have, have been given
To serve the hearts of men
But still the church still struggles
Because they don't understand
That pure love is the answer
To life's every need
If I don't have pure love
Then it doesn't mean a thing

If I don't love my brother like I should
I'm just a clambering cymbal
Being proud and puffed up in my ways
I won't see Jesus, Jesus, Jesus face to face
If I lay up all of my trophies
For all the world to see

If I don't have pure love
If you don't have pure love
If we don't have pure love

Then it doesn't, uh
Then it doesn't
Then it doesn't
Yeah, doesn't, doesn't, doesn't

Then it doesn't mean a thing
Oh, it doesn't mean, mmhm
A thing