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