Job 9:21: Perfect if I were indeed

Perfect if I were indeed,
My own state I would not know,
Would not innocency plead,
Though my soul were white as snow;
Would not in myself delight,
Nothing still in my own sight.

Still, whene'er in love renew'd
I retain my poverty,
Glory in the pardoning God:
What I am, I am to Thee;
Small and vile in my own eyes.
Lord, I still my Hfe despise.

All my life of grace is Thine,
All my faith is but a grain;
All my goodness is Divine,
Flowing to its Source again,
Mingled with the crystal sea,
Lost in Thy immensity.