1 My heart not haughty is, O Lord,mine eyes not lofty be;Nor do I deal in matters great,or things too high for me.
2 I surely have myself behav'dwith quiet sp'rit and mild,As child of mother wean'd: my soulis like a weaned child.
3 Upon the Lord let all the hopeof Israel rely,Ev'n from the time that present isunto eternity.