O Holy Lord, Content to Fill

1O holy Lord, content to fill In lowly home the lowliest place;
Thy childhood's law, a mother's will;
Obedience meek,
Thy brightest grace.

2Lead every child that bears Thy name To walk in Thine own guileless way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,
And humbly, like Thyself, obey.

3So shall we, waiting here below,
Like Thee, our Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favor with both God and man.