With horror fly from thee, in this thy fallen hour.
Our words are mere lies, all tergiversations.[236]
Without the divine grace, they’re sheer delusions.
Without grace of God, holy aid from His saints,
Best “record” of man must be blots and complaints.[237]
O God! Thy grace, sole, ’tis sustains us as men.
Another to name with Thee suits not a pen.340
To servants, sound judgment Thou’st kindly vouchsafed.
This gift made the means, we’ve from error escaped.
One drop from the sea of Thy knowledge, does us