Hymn CCLV. Short Metre. The Voice of Wisdom

'Tis wisdom's earnest cry Wisdom, the voice of God To young and old, the low and high, She speaks his will abroad.

Within the human breast Her strong monitions plead, She thunders her divine protest, Against th' unrighteous deed.

Within the holy place She calls with open arms; "How long, ye fools, will you embrace Folly's deceiving charms?

The race of men I love; In mercy I chastise; Severely faithful, I reprove; Hear, mortals, and be wise.

My doors are open wide My table spread within; Come then, ye simple, turn aside, And leave the paths of sin.

My joys, unsensual taste, Come drink of wisdom's wine, No sorrow poisons my repast, The banquet is divine.

My ways are ways of peace, My pleasures never cloy; The bliss I give will never cease But lead to endless joy."