I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
Thus shall the men that hate the saints
Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints
And all their projects die.
The Lord is righteous;
He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked.
The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil
For months and years to come;
The Lord, who dwells on Zion’s hill,
Shall send thee blessings home.
The Lord bless you out of Zion,
And may you see the good of Jerusalem
All the days of your life.T
Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
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When the Lord brought back the captivity of Zion,
We were like those who dream.
Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of paradise,
Where Christ their Lord is gone.
As the mountains surround Jerusalem,
So the Lord surrounds His people
From this time forth and forever