Lord, If Thou The Grace Impart,
Poor In Spirit, Meek In Heart,
I Shall As My Master Be
Rooted In Humility.

From The Time That Thee I Know,
Nothing Shall I Seek Below,
Aim At Nothing Great Or High,
Lowly Both My Heart And Eye.

Simple, Teachable, And Mild,
Awed Into A Little Child,
Quiet Now Without My Food,
Weaned From Every Creature-Good.

O That All Might Seek And Find
Every Good In Jesus Joined!
Him Let Israel Still Adore,
Trust Him, Praise Him Evermore.