O LORD! I NOTHING CRAVE BUT THEE.

From the Tartar.

O thou, from whom all love doth flow, Whom all the world doth reverence so, Thou constitut’st each care I know; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

O keep me from each sinful way; Thou breathedst life within my clay, I’ll therefore serve Thee, night and day; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

I ope my eyes and see Thy face, On Thee my musings all I place, I’ve left my parents, friends and race; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

Take Thou my soul, my every thing, My blood from out its vessels wring, Thy slave am I, and Thou my King; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

I speak—my tongue on Thee doth roam; I list—the winds Thy title boom; For in my soul has God His home; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

The world the shallow worldling craves, And greatness need ambitious knaves, The lover of his maiden raves; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

The student needs his bookish lore, The bigot shrines, to pray before, His pulpit needs the orator; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.

Though all the learning ’neath the skies, And th’ houries all of paradise, The Lord should place before my eyes, O Lord! I’d nothing crave but Thee.

When I through paradise shall stray, Its houries and delights survey, Full little gust awake will they, O Lord! I’ll nothing crave but Thee.

For Hadgee Ahmed is my name, My heart with love of God doth flame, Here and above I’ll bide the same; O Lord! I nothing crave but Thee.