Dust

Lord, I am nothing before You to speak, Strength have I not, for my being is weak. Anything seen in my life that is good Comes from Thy throne, in Thy mercies secured. Without Your spirit would I not exist, I, of my own, doth of nothing, consist. Dust is my body, and sorrow, my soul Virtues have I none for man to extol. Anything good in myself is from Thee, You give me eyes so this truth I may see. Let this my heart know, repeat evermore That I on my own would by all be deplored, But only Your presence doth bring me my worth, Let this my heart know all days on this earth.