Poem by Isaac Watts

Psalm 131

Humility and submission.

Is there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild,
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.

1. How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word
2. Hymn 100
3. Hymn 15
4. Psalm 36
5. Psalm 67

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