1 My heart's not haughty, LORD,
nor lofty are mine eyes:
In things too great or high for me
is not mine exercise.
2 I as a child behave
wean'd from the mother's breast:
My soul ev'n as a weaned child,
submits and lies at rest.
3 Let Isr'el on the LORD,
rest therefore quietly:
Yea henceforth ever hope and wait,
his saving help to see.
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