Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart (1962)

Martyn Lloyd-Jones singing with his congregation
Congregational singing
Westminster Chapel, London
Text: John Newton | Tune: HEATHLANDS
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart
Make me teachable and mild
Upright, simple, free from art
Make me as a weaned child
From distrust and envy free
Pleased with all that pleases Thee
What Thou shalt today provide
Let me as a child receive
What tomorrow may betide
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave
’Tis enough that Thou wilt care
Why should I the burden bear?
As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own
Knows he’s neither strong nor wise
Fears to stir a step alone
Let me thus with Thee abide
As my Father, Guard, and Guide
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Psalm 121
1. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
3. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5. The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7. The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8. The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Psalm 131
1. LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
2. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
3. Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.

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Amen