LORD, if Thou Thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, Rooted in humility.
From the time that Thee I know, Nothing shall I seek below, Aim at nothing great or high, Lowly both in heart and eye.
Simple, teachable, and mild, Awed into a little child; Pleased with all the Lord provides, Weaned from all the world besides.
Father, fix my soul on Thee; Every evil let me flee; Nothing want, beneath, above, Happy only in Thy love!
O that all might seek and find Every good in Jesus joined! Him let Zion still adore, Trust Him, praise Him evermore!
Charles Wesley, 1707-88