Verse 1
The Partner of our flesh and blood,
Whom all his heavens cannot contain,
Refus’d to be intitled good
By one who counted him but man,
That we our nothingness might own,
And good ascribe to God alone.
Verse 2
Shall a sav’d sinner then receive
His foolish fellow-creatures praise?
If good, and pure from sin he live,
Whate’er he is, he is by grace,
Nor dares the wondring croud admit
To fall, and worship at his feet.
Verse 3
Applause from man he cannot bear;
Much less will he himself commend,
Himself supremely good declare,
Boldly the highest seat ascend,
And thence to all mankind proclaim
“I have attain’d, I perfect am!”