1 Good God, I am not insolent and high,
Nor view inferiours with a lofty eye;
On wings of wild ambition I not soar,
Nor things, too deep for human skill, explore.
2 Humble and meek as is a new-wean'd child,
Still my behaviour's affable and mild;
Not on myself I, arrogant, rely,
But to the refuge of thy mercy fly.
3 And you, ye pious tribes, learn this from me;
The noblest merit is humility;
Not on yourselves, but on your God, depend,
And he will ever, ever be your friend.