O Lord, my heart's not haughty grown

1. O Lord, my heart's not haughty grown,
Nor lofty are my eyes;
In things too great, and high, for me.
Is not mine exercise.
2. Surely, I have composed my mind,
And carried it as mild.
As children weaned from the breast;
My soul's a weaned child.

3. Let Israel learn, in God alone,
The God whom they adore,
To place their steadfast hope, and trust,
Both now, and evermore.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752