Happy the man, who poor and low,
Less good­ness in him­self con­ceives
Than Christ doth of His ser­vant know,
Who saved from self-re­flec­tion lives,
Unconscious of the grace be­stowed,
Simply re­signed, and lost in God.

Himself he can­not per­fect call,
Or to the mean­est saint pre­fer,
Meanest him­self, and least of all:
And when the glo­ri­ous char­ac­ter
His spot­less soul with Christ re­ceives,
His fate—to that great day he leaves.