My child, I long that you may look
To Me, alone, as guide
I wish you'd in My Ears alone
Your hurts and fears confide

My child, 'tis not the world's acclaim
I covet, you may win
But rather that you'd honour Me
With victory over sin

And if the way is steep and rough
I'd have you rest in Me
With joy and peace this world can't give
My own tranquility

'Tis only when I'm all in all
No other God, but Me
That you'll fulfill the purposes
Dear child, that I decree