Classic Poem

Ah! teach me, Lord, to rest content
With what thou hast already sent;
And teach to trust I'll nothing want,
But what thou seest not fit to grant.
May I approve, obey, thy will,
And follow where thou lead'st me still,
Dispos'd, as suits thy grand design,
Or to receive, or to resign,
My hours in health, in pain, employ,
And patient suffer, pleas'd enjoy,
Each world regard with equal eye,
Content to live, prepar'd to die.