Thou, Lord, My Witness Art
I Am Not Proud Of Heart;
Nor Look With Lofty Eyes,
None Envy Nor Despise:

Nor To Vain Pomp Apply
My Thoughts, Nor Soar Too High;
But In Behaviour Mild,
And As A Tender Child

Weaned From His Mother’s Breast,
On Thee Alone I Rest
O Israel, Adore
The Lord For Evermore!

Be He The Only Scope
Of Thy Unfainting Hope;
And In His Saving Grace
Thy Constant Comfort Place.