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June 27 NOT WORTHY
“I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof.”—
St. Matt. viii. 8.
I am not worthy Thou should'st make
My little heart Thy mighty Home;
But yet in Love, for Jesu's sake,
Come to me, Holy Spirit, come;
O purge me through with heavenly fire,
And cleanse each impulse and desire.
My little heart Thy mighty Home;
But yet in Love, for Jesu's sake,
Come to me, Holy Spirit, come;
O purge me through with heavenly fire,
And cleanse each impulse and desire.
I am not worthy to look up
A moment in Thy Blessèd Face,
But yet Thou biddest me to sup
With Thee, a guest of wondrous Grace;
For I may at Thy Table sit,
And prove the mercy infinite.
A moment in Thy Blessèd Face,
But yet Thou biddest me to sup
With Thee, a guest of wondrous Grace;
For I may at Thy Table sit,
And prove the mercy infinite.
I am not worthy, Lord, to bear
My humble cross of woe for Thee,
But yet I may in service wear
The yoke that maketh man so free;
Nor is there glory like Thy dress,
Of pure and perfect Righteousness.
My humble cross of woe for Thee,
But yet I may in service wear
The yoke that maketh man so free;
Nor is there glory like Thy dress,
Of pure and perfect Righteousness.
I am not worthy even to die,
For Thee, who givest me Thine all,
But yet within Thine arms I lie
Whenever I would faint or fall;
And in the very hour of death,
Thy kiss receives my latest breath.
For Thee, who givest me Thine all,
But yet within Thine arms I lie
Whenever I would faint or fall;
And in the very hour of death,
Thy kiss receives my latest breath.
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