 I love the old hymn, Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior. It says, Let me at thy throne of mercy find a great sweet release. Kneeling there in deep contrition, I'm being contrite. Help my unbelief, I tremble at your word. I'm humble, I'm contrite, I'm not arrogant, I'm not full of pride. I'm trembling at your word, I have fear.