Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit;
Bid my swelling thoughts subside;
Strip me of my fancied merit:
What have I to do with pride?

Wast Thou, Savior, meek and lowly?
And shall such a worm as I,
Weak and earthly and unholy,
Dare to lift my head on high?

Teach me, Lord my true condition;
Bring me childlike to Thy knee,
Stripped of every low ambition,
Willing to be led by Thee.

Guide me by Thy Holy Spirit,
Feed me from Thy blessed word,
All my wisdom, all my merit,
Borrowed from Thyself, O Lord!