751
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
His Merit—all my fear
Contrasting which, my quality
Do lowlier—appear
Lest I should insufficient prove
For His beloved Need
The Chiefest Apprehension
Upon my thronging Mind
'Tis true—that Deity to stoop
Inherently incline
For nothing higher than Itself
Itself can rest upon
So I—the undivine abode
Of His Elect Content
Conform my Soul—as 'twere a Church
Unto Her Sacrament