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Happy the man who finds the grace The




Happy the man, who finds the grace,
The blessing of Godís chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.


Wisdom divine! who tells the price
Of wisdomís costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross, compared to her.


Her hands are filled with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise;
Riches of Christ, on all bestowed,
And honour that descends from God.


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


Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy, who his guest retains;
He owns, and shall forever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and Heaven are one.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1851# 279
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. ANNE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1708
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