Dear Lord, To Thee My Knee Is Bent - Give Me Content - Full-Pleasured With What Comes To Me, Whate'Er It Be: An Humble Roof - A Frugal Board, And Simple Hoard; The Wintry Fagot Piled Beside The Chimney Wide, While The Enwreathing Flames Up-Sprout And Twine About The Brazen Dogs That Guard My Hearth And Household Worth: Tinge With The Ember'S Ruddy Glow The Rafters Low; And Let The Sparks Snap With Delight, As Fingers Might That Mark Deft Measures Of Some Tune The Children Croon: Then, With Good Friends, The Rarest Few Thou Boldest True, Ranged Round About The Blaze, To Share My Comfort There, - Give Me To Claim The Service Meet That Makes Each Seat A Place Of Honor, And Each Guest Loved As The Rest.