Happy the man that finds the grace, <br />The blessing of God's chosen race, <br />The wisdom coming from above, <br />The faith that sweetly works by love. <br /> <br />Happy beyond description he <br />Who knows, The Saviour died for me, <br />The gift unspeakable obtains, <br />And heavenly understanding gains. <br /> <br />Wisdom divine! Who tells the price <br />Of wisdom's costly merchandise <br />Wisdom to silver we prefer, <br />And gold is dross compared to her. <br /> <br />Her hands are filled with length of days, <br />True riches, and immortal praise, <br />Riches of Christ, on all bestowed, <br />And honour that descends from God. <br /> <br />To purest joys she all invites, <br />Chaste, holy, spiritual delights; <br />Her ways are ways of pleasantness, <br />And all her flowery paths are peace. <br /> <br />Happy the man who wisdom gains, <br />Thrice happy who his guest retains! <br />He owns, and shall for ever own, <br />Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xiv-happy-the-man-that-finds-the-grace-2/
