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