If Solomon for wisdom prayed,

The Lord before had made him wise;

Else he another choice had made,

And asked for what the worldlings prize.

Thus he invites his people still,

He first instructs them how to choose;

Then bids them ask whate’er they will,

Assured that He will not refuse.

Our wishes would our ruin prove,

Could we our wretched choice obtain;

Before we feel the Savior’s love,

Kindle our love to him again.

But when our hearts perceive his worth,

Desires, till then unknown, take place;

Our spirits cleave no more to earth,

But pant for holiness and grace.

And dost thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”

Lord, I would seize the golden hour;

I pray to be released from guilt,

And freed from sin and Satan’s pow’r.

More of thy presence, Lord, impart,

More of thine image let me bear;

Erect thy throne within my heart,

And reign without a rival there.

Give me to read my pardon sealed,

And from thy joy to draw my strength;

To have thy boundless love revealed

In all its height, and breadth, and length.

Grant these requests, I ask no more

But to thy care the rest resign;

Sick or in health, or rich or poor,

All shall be well if thou art mine.