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To us the voice of Wisdom cries,
Hearken, ye children, and be wise;
better than gold the fruit I bear,
Rubies to me may not compare.
Happy the man who daily waits
To hear me, watching at my gates;
Wretched is he who scorns my voice,
Death and destruction are his choice.
To them that love me I am kind;
And those who seek me early find;
My son, give me thine heart,—and learn
Wisdom from folly to discern.
The Lord possessed me, ere of old,
His hand the firmament unrolled;
Before he bade the mountains stand,
Or poured the ocean round the land.
Rejoicing then before his throne,
From everlasting I was known;
Rejoicing still, as in his sight,
With men on earth is my delight.
Mark the beginning of my law,
—Fear ye the Lord with sacred awe;
Mark the fulfilment of the whole,
Love ye the Lord with all your soul.
We hear, we learn; may we obey;
Jesus, the life, the truth, the way.
Wisdom and righteousness, we see,
Grace and salvation all in thee.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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TRURO
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| # 301 | C | | # 645 | C | | # 22 | C | | # 190 | C | | # 240 | C | | # 433 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 123 | D | | # 102 | D | | # 247 | D | | # 676 | D | | # 233 | D | | # 272 | D | | # 628 | D | | # 403 | D |
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