Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;

Make me loving, meek, and mild,

Upright, simple, free from art;

Make me as a little child;

From distrust and envy free;

Pleased with all that pleaseth 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 beneath his father’s eyes

He is never left alone;

So would I with Thee abide,

Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!