Words: The Scottish Psalter
A Song of degrees of David. 1 My heart not haughty is, O Lord, mine eyes not lofty be; Nor do I deal in matters great, or things too high for me. 2 I surely have myself behaved with quiet sp'rit and mild, As child of mother weaned: my soul is like a weanèd child. 3 Upon the Lord let all the hope of Israel rely, Ev'n from the time that present is unto eternity.