Let Thy grace, Lord, make me lowly

Verse 1

Let Thy grace, Lord, make me lowly, Humble all my swelling pride; Fallen, guilty, and unholy, Greatness from mine eyes I'll hide; I'll forbid my vain aspiring, Nor at early honors aim, No ambitious heights desiring Far above my humble claim.

Verse 2

Weaned from earth's delusive pleasures In Thy love I'll seek for mine; Placed in heav'n my nobler treasures, Earth I quietly resign; Thus the transient world despising, On the Lord my hopes rely; Thus my joys from Him arising Like Himself shall never die.