Is there ambition in my heart?.

Search, gracious God, and see;

Or do I act a haughty part?

Lord, I appeal to thee.

I charge my thoughts, be humble still,

And all my carriage mild,

Content, my Father, with thy will,

And quiet as a child.

The patient soul, the lowly mind,

Shall have a large reward:

Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,

And trust a faithful Lord.