By A Collection of Hymns

      6 6, 6 6. Psalm cxxxi.
      1 THOU, Lord, my witness art
      I am not proud of heart;
      Nor look with lofty eyes,
      None envy nor despise:

      2 Nor to vain pomp apply
      My thoughts, nor soar too high;
      But in behaviour mild,
      And as a tender child

      3 Weaned from his mother's breast,
      On thee alone I rest
      O Israel, adore
      The Lord for evermore!

      4 Be he the only scope
      Of thy unfainting hope;
      And in his saving grace
      Thy constant comfort place.