The Prisoner of Love | ||
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November 26 NOT WORTHY
“I am not worthy of the least of all the mercies, and of all
the truth, which thou hast shewed unto thy servant.”—
Gen. xxxii. 10.
I am not worthy, Lord, to bear
The burden of one cross for Thee,
Nor join the Martyr throng and wear
The glorious fetters of the free;
But I may only stand afar
And catch a glimmer of the light,
Or Heavenly joy, through doors ajar—
Not enter into the full sight.
The burden of one cross for Thee,
Nor join the Martyr throng and wear
The glorious fetters of the free;
But I may only stand afar
And catch a glimmer of the light,
Or Heavenly joy, through doors ajar—
Not enter into the full sight.
I am not worthy, Lord, to speak
A word for Thee in service high,
And yet unto the poor and weak
Thou in Thy Greatness art most nigh;
And out of frailty tried and tost
Thou lovest to be chiefly blest,
And when our Paradise seems lost
We find it on the Saviour's Breast.
A word for Thee in service high,
And yet unto the poor and weak
Thou in Thy Greatness art most nigh;
And out of frailty tried and tost
Thou lovest to be chiefly blest,
And when our Paradise seems lost
We find it on the Saviour's Breast.
I am not worthy, Lord, to live
One idle hour of sin and shame,
And take the bounty Thou dost give
But do so little for Thy Name;
Yet by infirmities which prove
The utter boundlessness of Grace,
This broken vessel holds the Love
Which holds the world in its embrace.
One idle hour of sin and shame,
And take the bounty Thou dost give
But do so little for Thy Name;
Yet by infirmities which prove
The utter boundlessness of Grace,
This broken vessel holds the Love
Which holds the world in its embrace.
The Prisoner of Love | ||