Ere God had built the mountains

Verse 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.

Verse 2

When, like a tent to dwell in, He spread the skies abroad, And swathed about the swelling Of Ocean’s mighty flood, He wro't by weight and measure, And I was with him then, Myself the Father’s pleasure, And mine, the heirs of men.

Verse 3

Thus Wisdom’s words discover Your glory and your grace, The everlasting Lover Of our unworthy race! Your gracious eye surveyed us Ere stars were seen above; In wisdom you have made us, And died for us in love.

Verse 4

And could you be delighted With creatures such as we? Who, when we saw you, slighted, And nailed you to a tree? Unfathomable wonder, Transcendent yet obscure; The voice that speaks in thunder, Says, Sinner, I am yours!