No chastity is secure, if thou dost not protect it.
No vigilance profits, if thy sacred watchfulness be not present.
For if we be left, we sink and perish: but if thou visitest us, we are raised up and live.
We are inconstant, but by thee we are established; we grow cold, but by thee we are inflamed.
3. O how meanly ought I to think of myself! How nothing ought I to esteem it, if I seem to have any good!
O Lord, with what profound humility ought I to submit myself to thy inscrutable judgments: where I find myself to be a very nothing! O unmeasurable height! O unpassable sea, where I find myself to be altogether nothing! Where then is the hiding-place of glory? Where is the confidence I once conceived of my own virtue?
All glorying is swallowed up in the depths of thy judgments over me.
4. What is all flesh in thy sight?
Shall the clay glory against him that frameth it?
How can he be lifted up with vain words, whose heart is truly subject to God?