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.