I’m missing the ranch a lot lately. My heart is so ready to be back.
Jesus cast a look on me, Give me sweet simplicity, Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only Thee to know.
All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside, Bid my will to Thine submit, Lay me humbly at Thy feet
Make me like a little child, Of my strength and wisdom spoiled, Seeing only in Thy light,Walking only in Thy might
Leaning on Thy loving breast, Where a weary soul can rest, Feeling well the peace of God, Flowing from His precious blood
In this posture let me live, And hosannas daily give, In this temper let me die, And hosannas ever cry!
-John Berridge
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