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 wanderer 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 And is not mercy Thy prerogative,--
Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, Divine?
Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive,
And Thine the greater glory, only Thine.
5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet;
Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.
6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,
Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Small Church Music #3663||Communion||Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs||COMMUNION||Edward Henry Bickersteth||10.10.10.10|
|The Cyber Hymnal #4638||Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather Up the Crumbs||Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs||MORECAMBE||Edward H. Bickersteth||10.10.10.10|
|Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #428||Not Worthy, Lord!||Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs||COMMUNION||Edward H. Bickersteth||10.10.10.10.||Luke 15:21||1990||Repentance ||