The child by John Newton

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,

Make me teachable and mild,

Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weaned child:

From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

What Thou shalt today provide,

Let me as a child receive;

What tomorrow 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.

Thus preserved from Satan’s wiles,

Safe from dangers, free from fears;

May I live upon Thy smiles,

Till the promised hour appears;

When the sons of God shall prove

All their Father’s boundless love.