Hark, 'tis the voice of wisdom cries

Hark, 'tis the voice of wisdom cries,
In every public place;
To you, O sons of men, I call,
Come, taste my heavenly grace.
Silver, and gold, and precious stones;
And all thou canst desire,
Bear no proportion to the gifts
My votaries acquire.

Ere earth, and seas, and heavens wide arch,
Their being did receive,
I, with the Lord, his chief delight,
From everlasting live.
The habitable earth, with joy,
Appeared in my sight:
I then beheld the sons of men,
And in them took delight.

Come then, ye children, hear my voice;
Be wise, and keep my ways:
He's blessed that hears, and at my gates,
There daily watching, stays.
Who finds me, wins immortal life,
And with the Lord finds grace;
But he that sins, wrongs his own soul;
Who hate me, death embrace.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752