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 re­lies
On 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.