Not when with self dissatisfied,
O Lord, I lowly lie,
So much I need thy grace to guide,
And thy reproving eye,
As when the sound of human praise
Grows pleasant to my ear,
And in its light my broken ways
Fair and complete appear.
By failure and defeat made wise,
We come to know, at length,
What strength within our weakness lies,
What weakness in our strength;
What inward peace is born of strife
What power of being spent;
What wings unto our upward life
Is noble discontent.
O Lord, we need thy shaming look
That burns all low desire;
The discipline of thy rebuke
Shall be refining fire!
--Frederick Lucian Hosmer.