Oh Lord, my heart is void of selfish pride,
From haughty ways I seek my eyes to hide
I worry not about what proves too much
I chase not what my mind will fail to touch
But my soul do I still and bring to peace
Like an infant weaned is well at ease
My soul, this babe, you have with quiet filled
Now may all others, trusting you, be stilled
Both in this day
And those that still come may
James Araucaria 