A Song to Creating Wisdom

Verse 1

Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, Thee the creations sing: With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace ring.

Verse 2

Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And starred with sparkling gold.

Verse 3

There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circuits run; There the pale planet rules the night; The day obeys the sun.

Verse 4

If down I turn my wandering eyes On clouds and storms below, Those under-regions of the skies, Thy numerous glories show.

Verse 5

The noisy winds stand ready there Thy orders to obey; With sounding winds they sweep the air, To make thy chariot way.

Verse 6

But the mild glories of thy grace, Our softer passions move; Pity divine in Jesus' face We see, adore, and love.