• Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
    And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
    Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
    Ascend to heaven, in honor of my Love.

    Were I as high as heaven above the plain,
    And you, my Love, as humble and as low
    As are the deepest bottoms of the main,
    Wheresoe’er you were, with you my love should go...

  • From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
    Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it.
    Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness,
              Forgive its weakness!

    We see thy hand,—it leads us, it supports us;
    We hear thy voice,—it counsels and it courts us;
    And then we turn away; and still thy kindness
              Forgives our blindness....