The Epistle on Love

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, 
but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
And though I have the  gift of prophesy, understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
though I have all faith, so that I  could move mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.
Though I bestow my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, if I have not love, it  profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; 
love does not envy; 
love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 
Love does not behave rudely, 
does not seek its own,
is not provoked, 
Love thinks no evil;
Love does not rejoice in iniquity, 
but rejoices in the truth;
Love bears all things, maintains hope in all things, 
and endures all things.
Love never fails.

And now there abide faith, hope, and love, these three.
And the greatest of these is love.

(1st  Corinthians, Chapter 13, Verses 1-8, and 13)

The Lord’s Prayer  

Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, 
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil
For Thyne is the kingdom 
and the power and the glory forever. 
Amen.

(Matthew 6:9-13)

The Twenty-Third Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters;
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake;
and yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy rod, and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou prepares a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
thou annointest my head with oil; 
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the lord forever.

The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon; 
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope; 
Where there is darkness, light; 
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console; 
To be understood as to understand; 
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive, 
It is in forgiving that we are forgiven, 
and it is in dying to self
that we are born to eternal life.