QUIET, Lord, my froward heart; Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a weanèd child, From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
What Thou shalt today provide Let me as a child receive; What tomorrow may betide Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: ’Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear?
As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he’s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone, Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
Thus preserved from Satan’s wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon Thy smiles, Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father’s boundless love.
John Newton, 1725-1807