THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CXXXI

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. Surely, I have compos'd my Mind, And carry'd it as mild, As Children weaned from the Breast; My Soul's a weaned Child. Let Isr'el learn, in God alone, The God whom they adore, To place their steadfast Hope, and Trust, Both now, and evermore.