1 Thus Agur breathed his warm desire:
"My God, two favors I require,
In neither my request deny,
Vouchsafe them both before I die.
2 "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:
3 "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."
4 These wishes, Lord, we make our own
O shed in moderation down
Thy bounties, 'till this mortal breath,
Expiring tunes thy praise in death!
5 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.
6 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, 1791