Not Worthy Lord to Gather Up the Crumbs { Not Worthy Lord to Gather Up the Crumbs HENLEY-Lowell Mason MORECAMBE-Frederick Cook Atkinson REGNATOR ORBIS-Francois de la Feillee, Plain Chan t, 1782 Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather Up the Crumbs } 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. 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. 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. 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. I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy pierced feet; Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of thy banquet eat. 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.