Job: Behold, He put no trust in His servants, &c

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?

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.