Hymns for Those that Seek and Those that Have Redemption, 18

To — ' ' Sinners, obey the gospel word."

HAPPY the man who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The Wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

Happy beyond description he,
Who knows, the Saviour died for me,
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heavenly understanding gains.

Wisdom Divine! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compared to her.

Better she is than richest mines,
All earthly treasures she outshines,
Her value above rubies is,
And precious pearls are vile to this.

Whate'er thy heart can wish, is poor
To Wisdom's all-sufficient store:
Pleasure, and fame, and health, and friends,
She all created good transcends.

Her hands are fill'd with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise,
Riches of Christ on all bestow'd,
And honour, that descends from God.

To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.

He finds, who Wisdom apprehends,
A life begun that never ends,
The tree of life Divine she is,
Set in the midst of paradise.

Happy the man who Wisdom gains,
Thrice happy who his guest retains,
He owns and shall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.