Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart:
Make me teachable and mild,

Upright, simple, free from art, --

Make me as a weanéd child:

From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

What Thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive;

What to-morrow 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.

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