Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart

by John Newton

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 pleaseth Thee.
What Thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow 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.