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<h2>ERE GOD HAD BUILT THE MOUNTAINS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Lord created me at the beginning of His work, the first of His acts of old.” Proverbs 8:22</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cowper_w.html" target="_blank">William Cowper</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Chenies,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_matthews_tr.html" target="_blank">Timothy Richard Matthews</a>, 1855 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_chenies.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Ere God had built the mountains,<br>
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Or raised the fruitful hills;<br>
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Before He filled the fountains<br>
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That feed the running rills;<br>
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In me from everlasting,<br>
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The wonderful I Am,<br>
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Found pleasures never wasting,<br>
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And Wisdom is my name.</p>
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<p>When, like a tent to dwell in,<br>
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He spread the skies abroad,<br>
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And swathed about the swelling<br>
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Of Ocean’s mighty flood;<br>
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He wrought by weight and measure,<br>
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And I was with Him then:<br>
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Myself the Father’s pleasure,<br>
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And mine, the sons of men.</p>
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<p>Thus Wisdom’s words discover<br>
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Thy glory and Thy grace,<br>
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Thou everlasting Lover<br>
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Of our unworthy race!<br>
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Thy gracious eye surveyed us<br>
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Ere stars were seen above;<br>
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In wisdom Thou hast made us,<br>
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And died for us in love.</p>
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<p>And couldst Thou be delighted<br>
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With creatures such as we,<br>
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Who, when we saw Thee, slighted,<br>
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And nailed Thee to a tree?<br>
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Unfathomable wonder,<br>
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And mystery divine!<br>
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The voice that speaks in thunder,<br>
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Says, “Sinner, I am thine!”</p>
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