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—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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