Ere God had built the mountains

Wisdom by William Cowper


 * 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.


 * 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.


 * 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.


 * 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!"