Words: (1676-1711) (Hier legt mom Sinn sich vor dir nied­er); trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by , Col­lection of Psalms and Hymns (Charles­ton, South Car­o­li­na: 1737).

Music: El­ven, , ar­ranged by (1826-?).

My soul before Thee prostrate lies;
To Thee, her Source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let Thy presence set me free.

Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With Thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in Thy will may mine be lost.

Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.

One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all Thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That Thou, my Lord, my God, art love.