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 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.

Verse 3

Thus Wisdoms 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.

Verse 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!

Background: Ere God Had Built The Mountains