On the streets of each city
where the ethics aren’t pretty,
Wisdom calls out in the busiest square.
Off’ring insight in detail
(not seafood for retail),
Crying “Wisdom, knowledge, alive, alive-o”.
(Chorus: Alive, alive-o, etc.)
To
the simple, she’s cryin’“Come, drink of my wine (sung as "wy-un")
And eat of the bread at the table I’ve set.
Leave ign’rance behind!
Come now, stretch your mind!
Tasting wisdom, knowledge, alive, alive-o”
(Chorus: Alive, alive-o, etc.)
Copyright: Bob
Faser, 2006(based on Proverbs 1:20ff: 8:1ff; 9:1ff)
Permission is given to use this hymn in worship, provided that proper acknowledgement of authorship is made.
This is a surprising one, good fun fun I can see the frowns on the faces of some oldies if it is part of Sunday worship. I think it might work well in a singalong afternoon so I'll give it to one of my singing friends. Actually we are doing a gig tomorrow afternoon with men and women from three different nursing homes. They will probably sing along the old version if we offer this one!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this. I actually believe older worshippers are far more flexible and tolerant than some of us give them credit for. In my experience, some of the least flexible people in churches, music-wise and often in other areas, are the "Hillsong-or-nothing" brigade. But in any event, the fact that this hymn is written to an already familiar tune, albeit a secular one, means that half the battle (re acceptance by the "oldies") has already been won.
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