But who am I, O Lord, that I should presume to come to thee?
Behold, the heavens of heavens cannot contain thee; and thou sayest, Come you all unto me.
3. What means this most loving condescension, and so friendly an invitation?
How shall I dare to approach, who am conscious to myself of no good, on which I can presume?
How shall I introduce thee into my house, who have oftentimes offended thy most gracious countenance?
The angels and archangels stand with a reverential awe, the saints and the just are afraid; and thou sayest, Come you all unto me.
Unless thou, O Lord, didst say it, who could believe it to be true?
And unless thou didst command it, who would dare attempt to approach?
4. Behold Noah, a just man, laboured a hundred years in building of the ark, that he with a few might be preserved; and how shall I be able in the space of one hour to prepare myself to receive with reverence the Maker of the world?