1 LORD, if thou the grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
I shall as my Master be
Rooted in humility.
2 From the time that thee I know,
Nothing shall I seek below,
Aim at nothing great or high,
Lowly both my heart and eye.
3 Simple, teachable, and mild,
Awed into a little child,
Quiet now without my food,
Weaned from every creature-good.
4 O that all might seek and find
Every good in Jesus joined!
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust him, praise him evermore.