Text: | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs |
Author: | Edward H. Bickersteth |
Tune: | EVENTIDE |
Composer: | William H. Monk |
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 Satan and the scorn of men.
4 I hear thy voice; thou bidst me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet;
Thou bidst me take my place, a welcome guest,
Among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs |
Author: | Edward H. Bickersteth |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | The Church: Lord's Supper |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | EVENTIDE |
Composer: | William H. Monk |
Meter: | 10s |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #249 or 100. |