I sought the Lord for Wisdom Therefore I prayed and prudence was given I preferred her to riches and gold In comparison with her all glory will fade
Gold becomes like the merest sand Silver is accounted as mire Yet all good things come together in her And countless riches at her hand
For she is artificer of all And she is the gift from God
Simply I learned of Wisdom Simply do I now share her with you She is an unfailing treasure And those who gain her win friendship with God
She is the sure of the light of God A pure effusion of His glory She reflects eternal light A spotless mirror of the image of God For she is artificer of all And she is the gift from God
I sought to take her for my bride From my youth I sought her beauty Beside her now I take my repose Living with her brings love, joy and peace
