I Sought the Lord

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