<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><song><lyrics>[V1]
 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.

[V2]
 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.

[V3]
 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.

[V4]
 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.

[V5]
 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.

[V6]
 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.</lyrics>
<title>Not Worthy, Lord, to Gather Up the Crumbs</title>
<key>Eb</key>
<author>Monk, William Henry (1823-1889), Bickersteth, Edward Henry Jr. (1825-1906)</author>
</song>