A favored tune: Arlington…
Only Version ❧ CM · 8·6·8·6
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 behav’d with quiet sp’rit and mild, As child of mother wean’d: my soul is like a weaned child.
3 Upon the Lord let all the hope of Israel rely, Ev’n from the time that present is unto eternity.