The Child

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child: From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases 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 he’s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone: Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide,

Thus preserved from Satan’s wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon thy smiles, Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father’s boundless love.