1 One who is all unfit to count
As scholar in thy school,
Thou of thy love hast named a friend,
O kindness wonderful!
2 So weak am I, O gracious Lord,
So all unworthy thee,
That even the dust upon thy feet
Outweighs me utterly. A-men.
3 Thou dwellest in unshadowed light,
All sin and shame above,
That thou shouldst bear our sin and shame,
How can I tell such love?
4 Ah, did not he the heavenly throne
A little thing esteem,
And not unworthy for my sake
A mortal body deem?
5 When in his flesh they drove the nails,
Did he not all endure?
What name is there to fit a life
So patient and so pure?
6 So, Love itself in human form
For love of me he came;
I cannot look upon his face
For shame, for bitter shame.
7 If there is aught of worth in me,
It comes from thee alone;
Then keep me safe, for so, O Lord,
Thou keepest but thine own.
|First Line:||One who is all unfit to count|
|Marathi Title:||Śișyahī gaņāyā nahī yogya jo tayālā|
|Author:||Narayan Vaman Tilak|