I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;
And on my weary spirit steal
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.
2I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that He who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.
3I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower;
And bless the love which made it bloom,