O Lord, my heart's not haughty grown

Verse 1

O Lord, my heart's not haughty grown, Nor lofty are my eyes; In things too great, and high, for me. Is not mine exercise.

Verse 2

Surely, I have composed my mind, And carried it as mild. As children weaned from the breast; My soul's a weaned child.

Verse 3

Let Israel learn, in God alone, The God whom they adore, To place their steadfast hope, and trust, Both now, and evermore.