Preces meæ non sunt dignæ:
Sed tu bonus fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.
Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying.
We have to be reminded that there is nothing which we can offer to earn our salvation : that is solely the fruit of God’s infinite generosity . . . but even for that it is right that we should pray, and remind ourselves of our overwhelming unworthiness.