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 are not  pure. Thou art  the bright sun  of  eternal  day, who dwellest  in  light  inaccessible. But, as  to  myself, what am  I,  but  a  poor  worm of the  earth,  subject  to  innumerable miseries;  distracted with passions;  fond  of  vanity;  defiled  with  sin;  encompassed with  darkness;  busy about folly;  and  careless  of eternity! How, then,  dare I approach  Thee,  who  am thus  miserable  and  unprepared? With what  confidence can  I  appear  before Thee, most  just  Judge,  in whose  presence  the  very  pillars of  heaven  tremble? I,