1 Lord, I may not, must not rest,
Till I Thy mind obtain:
Chase presumption from my breast
And all Thy mildness gain.

2 May Thy cross my will control,
Conform me to my Guide!
In the manger lay my soul,
And crucify my pride.

3 Tear away my every boast,
My stubborn mind abase;
Saviour, fix my only trust
In Thy redeeming grace.