By A Collection of Hymns

      7 6, 7 6, 7 6, 7 6. Prov. viii. 22 - 31.
      1 ERE God had built the mountains,
      Or raised the fruitful hills;
      Before he filled the fountains
      That feed the running rills;
      In me, from everlasting,
      The wonderful I AM
      Found pleasures never wasting;
      And Wisdom is my name.

      2 When, like a tent to dwell in,
      He spread the skies abroad,
      And swathed about the swelling
      Of ocean's mighty flood,
      He wrought by weight and measure;
      And I was with him then:
      Myself the Father's pleasure,
      And mine, the sons of men.

      3 Thus Wisdom's words discover
      Thy glory and thy grace,
      Thou everlasting lover
      Of our unworthy race:
      Thy gracious eye surveyed us
      Ere stars were seen above:
      In wisdom thou hast made us,
      And died for us in love!

      4 And couldst thou be delighted
      With creatures such as we,
      Who, when we saw thee, slighted
      And nailed thee to a tree?
      Unfathomable wonder,
      And mystery divine!
      The voice that speaks in thunder
      Says, Sinner, I am thine!