Verse 1
Nature’s high-mindedness
How shall I lay aside?
I cannot, Lord, myself abase,
Myself divest of pride:
But if thou speak the word,
The word imparts the fear,
And poor, and vile, and self-abhor’d
I at thy feet appear.
Verse 2
Here let me ever lie
And tremble at thy grace,
Afraid to meet thy pitying eye,
To see thy smiling face:
Thus only may I prove
My growth in grace sincere,
And calmly wait, till perfect love
Compleat my humble fear.