Verse 1
Thou lovely, meek, and gentle Lamb,
Pattern of pure humility,
Call’d after thy own name I am,
And fain I would resemble Thee,
’Scape from a world of noise and strife,
And fly the glare of public life.
Verse 2
Not brawling, popular, and loud,
But silent as the Man of wo,
Instruct me to decline the croud,
After my speechless Guide to go,
And quietly, like Thee, resign
My soul into the hands Divine.