By A Collection of Hymns

      7s.
      1 LORD, if thou the grace impart,
      Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
      I shall as my Master be
      Rooted in humility.

      2 From the time that thee I know,
      Nothing shall I seek below,
      Aim at nothing great or high,
      Lowly both my heart and eye.

      3 Simple, teachable, and mild,
      Awed into a little child,
      Quiet now without my food,
      Weaned from every creature-good.

      4 O that all might seek and find
      Every good in Jesus joined!
      Him let Israel still adore,
      Trust him, praise him evermore.