Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart

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.