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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—
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