393. Craving a Crumb of Mercy

1 A crumb of mercy, Lord, I crave,
Unworthy to be fed
With dainties such as angels have,
Or with the children’s bread.

2 Have pity on my needy soul;
Thy peace and pardon give;
Thy love can make the wounded whole,
And bid the dying live.

3 Behold me prostrate at thy gate;
Do not my suit deny;
With longing eyes for thee I wait;
O help me, or I die.

4 When thou dost give a heart to pray,
Thou wilt incline thy ear;
From me turn not thy face away,
But my petition hear.

5 So shall my joyful soul adore
The riches of thy grace;
No sinner needed mercy more,
That ever sought thy face.

Text Information
First Line: A crumb of mercy, Lord, I crave
Title: Craving a Crumb of Mercy
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Prayer and Watchfulness
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