Verse 1
By riches lawfully acquir’d
The miserable owner’s vext,
Possest of all his heart desir’d,
Yet still incumbred and perplext,
Poor in abundance, he complains
Of wealth preserv’d by toil and cost,
And anxious to secure his gains
Regrets his peace forever lost.
Verse 2
Not such the riches of his grace
Which God hath to his people given:
Riches which at our wish increase,
Inlarge, and fill the heart with heaven:
Distributing, we find them grow,
Preserv’d, and multiplied by use,
Which we (who their true value know,
And always love) can never lose.