Lord, who sees my thirst to be well named,
deliver me from this vain lordly pride;
let not my heart, through all this passing day,
seek any honor but the one of loving You.
If another is exalted, let it not wound me;
if another shines, let me not be afraid;
for self-love is a shadow burned away,
and Your truth is silence giving life.
Make me small, yet not with somber grief;
humble, yet not cast down or made untrue;
for firmer is the bending ear of wheat
than the proud tree broken by its height.
Jesus, meek and humble, I turn to You.
Strip from me every vain presumption;
for greater honor crowns the humble soul
than a hundred crowns bestowed on error.

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