Thus Agur Breathed His Warm Desire
Thus Agur breathed his warm desire:
“My God, two favors I require,
In neither my request deny,
Vouchsafe them both before I die.
“Far from my heart and tents exclude
Those enemies to all that’s good,
Folly whose pleasures end in death,
And falsehood’s pestilential breath:
“Be neither wealth nor want my lot;
Below the dome, above the cot,
Let me my life unanxious lead,
And know not luxury nor need.”
These wishes, Lord, we make our own
O shed in moderation down
Thy bounties, ’till this mortal breath,
Expiring tunes thy praise in death!
But should’st thou large possessions give,
May we with thankfulness receive
The good and–still our God adore,
And bless the needy from our store.
Or should we feel the pains of want,
Submission, resignation grant,
Till thou shalt send the wished supply,
Or call us to the bliss on high.
The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns,