Words: David P. Regier

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O Lord, my heart, it is not proud,
Nor have my eyes been lifted high;
Great matters are not my concern,
Nor things too wonderful for me.

But I have calmed and stilled my soul;
A child, weaned in his mother's arms.
And like that child, I am content,
And deep within, my soul is warm.

O Israel, set your hope in God,
And place your trust firm in the Lord.
All you, His people, hope in Him,
From this time forth and ever more.