O Holy Lord, Content to Fill

O holy Lord

con­tent to fill

In low­ly home the low­li­est place

Thy child­hood’s law a mo­ther’s will

Obedience meek Thy bright­est grace;

Lead ev­ery child that bears Thy name

To walk in Thine own guile­less way

To dread the touch of sin and shame

And hum­bly

like Thy­self

ob­ey.

O let not this world’s scorch­ing glow

Thy Spir­it’s quick­en­ing dew ef­face

Nor blast of sin to rude­ly blow

And quench the trem­bling flame of grace.

Gather Thy lambs with­in Thine arm

And gently in Thy bo­som bear;

Keep them

O Lord

from hurt and harm

And bid them rest for ev­er there.

So shall they

wait­ing here be­low

Like Thee their Lord

a lit­tle span

In wis­dom and in sta­ture grow

And fa­vor with both God and man.