So weak am I, O gracious Lord,
So all unworthy Thee, 
That e'en the dust upon 
Thy feet Outweighs me utterly.

Thou dwellest in unshadowed light,
All sin and shame above 
That Thou shouldst bear our sin and shame, 
How can I tell such love?

Ah, did not He the heavenly throne
A little thing esteem, 
And not unworthy for my sake 
A mortal body deem?