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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.
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.
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.