Let Not the Wise His Wisdom Boast

Let not the wise his wis­dom boast

The migh­ty glo­ry in his might

The rich in flat­ter­ing rich­es trust

Which take their ev­er­last­ing flight.

The rush of nu­mer­ous years beats down

The most gi­gan­tic strength of man;

And where is all his wis­dom gone

When dust he turns to dust again?

One only gift can jus­ti­fy

The boast­ing soul that knows his God;

When Je­sus doth His blood ap­ply

I glo­ry in His sprin­kled blood.

The Lord

my right­eous­ness

I praise

I tri­umph in the love di­vine

The wis­dom

wealth

and strength of grace

In Christ through end­less ag­es mine.