1. O LORD in whom I do abide, / My heart and eyes are free from pride. / I shun great matters, and I flee / From things too marvelous for me. /
2. But I have set my soul at rest. / As, sheltered at its mother’s breast, / A child may linger quietly, / My soul is quieted in me. /
3. Hope in the LORD, O Israel; / The just shall in His presence dwell. / Trust in His mercy, Him adore / From this time forth and evermore. / W. van der Kamp, 1967; rev.