1 Thus Agur breath'd his warm Desire:
"My GOD, two Favors I require,
"In neither my Request deny,
"Vouchafe 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 Falshood'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 wish'd Supply,
Or call us to the Bliss on high.