Lord, for ever at Thy side,

Let my place and portion be;

Strip me of the robe of pride,

Clothe me with humility.

Meekly may my soul receive

All Thy Spirit hath reveal'd,

Thou hast spoken;--I believe

Though the prophecy were seal'd.

Quiet as a weanèd child,

Weanèd from the mother's breast,

By no subtlety beguiled,

On thy faithful word I rest.

Saints! rejoicing evermore,

In the Lord Jehovah trust;

Him in all his ways adore,

Wise, and wonderful, and just.