Wisdom. - Proverbs viii.22-31.

Ere God had built the mountains,     Or raised the fruitful hills;     Before he filld the fountains     That feed the running rills;     In me, from everlasting,     The wonderful I AM,     Found pleasures never-wasting,     And Wisdom is my name.     When, like a tent to dwell in,     He spread the skies abroad,     And swathed about the swelling     Of Oceans mighty flood;     He wrought by weight and measure,     And I was with him then:     Myself the Fathers pleasure,     And mine, the sons of men,     Thus Wisdoms words discover     Thy glory and thy grace,     Thou everlasting lover     Of our unworthy race!     Thy gracious eye surveyd us     Ere stars were seen above;     In wisdom thou hast made us,     And died for us in love.     And couldst thou be delighted     With creatures such as we,     Who, when we saw thee, slighted     And naild thee to a tree?     Unfathomable wonder,     And mystery divine!     The voice that speaks in thunder,     Says, Sinner, I am thine!