4. Ere God Had Built the Mountains

7,6.
by W. Cowper
1
Ere God had built the mountains,
 
Or raised the fruitful hills;
 
Before He filled the fountains
 
That feed the running rills;
 
In Thee, from everlasting,
 
The wonderful I AM
 
Found pleasures never wasting,
 
And Wisdom is Thy name.
2
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 Thou wast with Him then:
 
Thyself the Father’s pleasure,
 
And Thine, the sons of men.
3
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!"
“For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation.” (Psalm 149:4)
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