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Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather up the Crumbs

Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: Concordia #60 (1918) Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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. 3 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. 4 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. 5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bidst me come and rest: I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet: Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. 6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer. My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee: sup Thou with me. Topics: The Church and the Means of Grace The Lord's Supper; Faith and Justification Languages: English Tune Title: EVENTIDE

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

Author: E.H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #310 (1913) Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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. 3 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. 4 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. 5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bidst me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercéd feet; Thou bidst me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. 6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer. My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me. Topics: The Church Year Holy Thursday; The Church Year Holy Thursday; Humility Tune Title: [Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs]

Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather Up the Crumbs

Author: Edward H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4638 Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. 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. 2. 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. 3. 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. 4. 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. 5. 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. 6. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: MORECAMBE

Not Worthy to Gather the Crumbs

Author: Rev. Edward Henry Bickersteth, M. A., (1825-) Hymnal: The New Alleluia #4 (1886) First Line: Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs Languages: English Tune Title: [Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs]

Not Worthy to Gather the Crumbs

Author: Rev. Edward Henry Bickersteth, M.A., 1825- Hymnal: The Alleluia #4 (1880) First Line: Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs Languages: English Tune Title: [Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs]

Not Worthy, Lord

Author: Bickersteth Hymnal: Gems of Gospel Song #100 (1881) First Line: Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs Refrain First Line: Receive me, Saviour Languages: English Tune Title: [Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs]

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

Author: Edward Henry Bickersteth Hymnal: Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church #184 (1917) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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. 3 I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet; Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. 4 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me. Amen. Topics: The Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: REGNATOR ORBIS

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

Author: Edward Henry Bickersteth, 1825 - 1906 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #276 (1958) Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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. 3 I hear thy voice: thou bidd'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet; Thou bidd'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat. A-men. 4 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. Amen. Topics: Sacraments and Rites Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FRANCIS

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

Author: Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Hymnal #326 (1895) Lyrics: 1 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. 2 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. 3 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. 4 And is not mercy Thy perogative,-- Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, Divine? Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive, And Thine the greater glory, only Thine. 5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet; Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. 6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me. Amen.

Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs

Author: Edward H. Bickersteth Hymnal: Trinity Hymnal #356 (1961) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 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. 2 I am not worthy to be thought thy child, Nor sit the last and lowest at thy board; Too long a wand'rer and too oft beguiled, I only ask one reconciling word. 3 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. 4 I hear thy voice; thou bidd'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet; Thou bidd'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat. 5 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in thee; Dwell thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with thee; sup thou with me. Amen. Topics: The Church The Lord's Supper; Repentance Scripture: Luke 15:21 Languages: English Tune Title: COMMUNION