119 (11)	Psalm 119 Part 11 (verse 96)	CM
	LET all the world’s fair writers join     To form a perfect book, If once compared, O Lord, to Thine,     How weak their notions look!
2	Not the most careful rules they gave,     Could gain one sin forgiven, Nor lead one step beyond the grave,     Nor give one hope of Heaven.
3	We see an end to all we call     ‘Perfection’ here below; How short the powers of nature fall,     To God they cannot go!
4	In vain we boast perfection here,     While sin defiles our years, And brings our virtues down so far,     To sink in guilt and fears.
5	Our faith, our love, and every grace,     Fall far below God’s Word; For perfect Truth and righteousness,     Come only from the Lord.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748