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LOVE'S HUMILITY.
My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear;
Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed.
So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament.