1  Jesus, cast a look on me;

    Give me sweet simplicity;

    Make me poor, and keep me low,

    Seeking only Thee to know.

 2  Weaned from all my lordly self,

    Weaned from all the miser's pelf,

    Weaned from all the scorner's ways,

    Weaned from all the lust of praise.

 3  All that feeds my busy pride,

    Cast it evermore aside;

    Bid my will to Thine submit,

    Lay me humbly at Thy feet.

 4  Make me like a little child,

    Of my strength and wisdom spoiled;

    Seeing only in Thy light,

    Walking only in Thy might;

 5  Leaning on Thy loving breast,

    Where a weary soul may rest;

    Feeling well the peace of God

    Flowing from Thy precious blood.

 6  In this posture let me live,

    And hosannas daily give;

    In this temper let me die,

    And hosannas ever cry.