Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart

The child by John Newton


 * Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
 * Make me teachable and mild,
 * Upright, simple, free from art,
 * Make me as a weaned 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.