1 Happy the man that finds the grace,
The blessing of God’s chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.
2 Happy beyond description he
Who knows the Saviuor dy'd for me,
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heav'nly understanding gains.
3 Wisdom divine! Who tells the price
Of wisdom’s costly merchandize?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross, compar'd to her.
4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days,
True riches and immortal praise;
Riches of Christ on all bestow'd,
And honour that descends from God.
5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flow'ry paths are peace.
6 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy who his guest retains!
He owns, and shall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one.
Source: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors #CXXVII
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