Psalm 131

Thou Lord my witnesse art;
I am not proud of heart;
Nor looke with lofty eyes;
None envy, nor despise;
Nor to vaine pomp apply
My thoughts, nor sore too high:
But in behaviour mild;
And as a tender child,
Wean'd from his Mothers brest,
On thee alone I rest.
O Israel, adore
The Lord for evermore:
Be He the onely scope
Of thy unfainting hope.