“For wisdom is a defense, and money is a defense, but the excellency of knowledge is, that wisdom giveth life unto then that have it.”―Eccles, 7:12.
Man knoweth naught, his best ‘Well done’
Is therefore nothing worth.
A wreath of thorns begrudged to One
Who wrought for God on earth.
Man’s last two mites he madly, spends
On that which is not Bread;
And, missing all his vaunted ends,
Falls down among the dead.
God knoweth all. His wisdom cries.
Aloud where all may hear,
“O fools and slow of heart, be wise!
The risen Christ revere.
Your hearts may well within you burn
Beside Him in the way;
But oh, Himself through death discern:
He turns the night to day.”
Ah, with Himself we have to do;
The Son of God hath come;
We know we are in Him, the True;
Where He is is, our home.
The Life eternal we possess;
The Father we adore;
Thyself, O living God we bless,
In Christ for evermore.