Jesus, cast a look on me; give me sweet simplicity;
Make me poor and keep me low, seeking only Thee to know.
Oh Lord, my heart is not lifted up;
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things
too great and too marvelous for me.
All that feeds my busy pride, cast it evermore aside;
Bid my will to Thine submit; lay me humbly at thy feet.
Make me like a little child, of my strength and wisdom spoiled,
Seeing only in Thy light, walking only in Thy might.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child with its mother is my soul within me.
Leaning on Thy loving breast, where a weary soul can rest,
Feeling well the peace of God, flowing from His precious blood.
O Israel, hope in the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.
–Psalm 131, ESV
In this posture let me live, and hosannas daily give;
In this temper let me die, and hosannas ever cry.
–John Berridge, 1716-1793