| Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,Make me teachable and mild,
 Upright, simple, free from art,
 Make me as a weanèd child:
 From distrust and envy free,
 Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
 What Thou shalt today provide,Let me as a child receive;
 What tomorrow may betide,
 Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
 ’Tis enough that Thou wilt care,
 Why should I the burden bear?
 As a little child reliesOn a care beyond his own;
 Knows he’s neither strong nor wise,
 Fears to stir a step alone:
 Let me thus with Thee abide,
 As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
 Thus preserved from Satan’s wiles,Safe from dangers, free from fears;
 May I live upon Thy smiles,
 Till the promised hour appears;
 When the sons of God shall prove
 All their Father’s boundless love.
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