Not Worthy, Lord!

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.