
	
	
	
			
	
		Author: Edward H. Bickersteth Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 89 hymnals 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 Used With Tune: COMMUNION 
			
	Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs