1 Whate'er thy lot on earth may be
let it contentment yield to thee;
Nor others envy, nor repine,
Nor covet ought that is not thine.
2 Justly hast thou forbidden, Lord,
each murm'ring motion, thought, or word;
Justly requiring full content
With what thy providence hath lent.
3 But who can here lift up his eye
Before the Lord of hosts on high,
And say," this precept I've obey'd,
Nor from it ever turn'd aside?"
4 Alive without thy law I stood,
And thought my state was safe and good;
But when with pow'r this precept came,
I saw my sin, and guilt, and shame.
5 Lord I adore thy saving live,
Which did from me the curse remove,
By hanging on the accursed tree,
And being made a curse for me!Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H44