Primitive Christianity, Part 1

Lamb of God, I fain would be
A meek follower of Thee
Gentle, tractable, and mild.
Loving as a little child:

Simple, ignorant of ill,
Guided by another's will;
Trusting Him for heavenly food,
Casting all my care on God.

Let me in Thy footsteps tread,
Be to all the creatures dead;
Dead to pleasure, wealth, and praise,
Poor and humble all my days.

Prepossess my tender mind;
Let me cast the world behind.
All its pomps and pleasures vain.
Help me, Saviour, to disdain.

Thou my better portion art;
Earth shall never share my heart,
I on all its goods look down,
I expect a starry crown:

I aspire to things above;
Lord, I give Thee all my love:
I will nothing know beside
Jesus, and Him crucified.