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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 bidd'st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I
clasp Thy piercèd feet;
Thou bidd'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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Dates:
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1872
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 15:27;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1964 | # 524 | | 1908 | # 246 | | 1938 | # 233 | | 1917 | # 445 | | 1961 | # 356 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MORECAMBE
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 249 | C | | # 524 | C | | # 688 | C | | # 448 | C |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 10 10 10 10 | | 10 10 10 10 | | 10 10 10 10 |
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