428. Not Worthy, Lord!

1 Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs
with trembling hand that from thy table fall,
a weary, heavy-laden sinner comes
to plead thy promise and obey thy call.

2 I am not worthy to be thought thy child,
nor sit the last and lowest at thy board;
too long a wand'rer and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.

3 One word from thee, my Lord, one smile, one look,
and I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
the wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

4 I hear thy voice; thou bidd'st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet;
thou bidd'st me take my place, a welcome guest
among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat.

5 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
my prayer can only lose itself in thee;
dwell thou forever in my heart, and there,
Lord, let me sup with thee; sup thou with me.

Text Information
First Line: Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs
Title: Not Worthy, Lord!
Author: Edward H. Bickersteth (1872)
Publication Date: 1990
Topic: Repentance
Language: English
Tune Information
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy (1835; arr.)
Key: D Major

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