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.
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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 |