And shall we in ourselves confide

Verse 1
And shall we in ourselves confide,
Our wisdom, or our perfect grace,
When angels tremble to abide
The test, and fall before his face,
Who flaws in purest spirits sees,
And marks celestial blemishes?

Verse 2
The creature fails, if thou art near,
The brightest day is central night,
The morning stars no more appear,
The sun is darkness in thy sight,
The perfect their perfection see
Absorb’d in thy immensity.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Behold he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly.”—[Job] iv. 18. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 233.
Publishing: Public Domain