IS there glory found in cunning, Or in power to have our way? Or in strength to cut and humble Others by the things we say?
Such will God destroy for ever, Root them from this present life, Take away their vaunted riches, Send them to eternal strife.
Grant me, Lord, a tender nature, Useful in the house of God, Growing up in lovingkindness, Waiting for my coming Lord.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust