1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee.
2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild, Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child.
3 The patient soul, the lowly mind Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord.