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 lore
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 power
More of thy presence, Lord, impact
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
All shall be well if thou art mine
All shall be well if thou art mine