One who is all
unfit to count
As scholar in Thy
school,
Thou of Thy love
hast named a
friend
O kindness
wonderful!
So
weak I am, O
gracious Lord,
So all unworthy
Thee,
That even the
dust upon Thy
feet
Outweighs me
utterly.
Thou dwellest
in unshadowed
light,
All sin and shame
above
That Thou
shouldst bear our
sin and shame,
How can I tell
such love?
Ah, did not He
the heavenly
throne
A little thing
esteem,
And not unworthy
for my sake
A mortal body
deem?
When in His
flesh they drove
the nails,
Did He not all
endure?
What name is
there to fit a
life
So patient and so
pure?
So, Love
itself in human
form,
For love of me He
came;
I cannot look
upon His face
For shame, for
bitter shame.
If there is
aught of worth in
me
It comes from
Thee alone;
Then keep me
safe, for so, O
Lord,
Thou keepest but
Thine own.
