My Worthiness Is All My Doubt

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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