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are not pure. Thou art the bright sun of eternal day, who dwellest in light inaccessible. But, as to myself, what am I, but a poor worm of the earth, subject to innumerable miseries; distracted with passions; fond of vanity; defiled with sin; encompassed with darkness; busy about folly; and careless of eternity! How, then, dare I approach Thee, who am thus miserable and unprepared? With what confidence can I appear before Thee, most just Judge, in whose presence the very pillars of heaven tremble? I,
