O Lord, wouldest thou but grant me
The prudence of a serpent
And yet the innocence of a dove;
That I may learn to heed thee,
So pure as well as prudent
And well pass on thy goodwilling Love.
Wouldest thou but grant me meekness,
As lowly as a ewelamb,
Without the stubborness of a sheep.
Yet, wean me from my weakness
When crossing on a life dam;
That I my way may very well keep.