1 My heart not haughty is, O Lord,
mine eyes not lofty be;
Nor do I deal in matters great,
or things too high for me.
2 I surely have myself behav’d
with quiet sp’rit and mild,
As child of mother wean’d: my soul
is like a weaned child.
3 Upon the Lord let all the hope
of Israel rely,
Ev’n from the time that present is