'Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof.'

AM not worthy, holy Lord,

That Thou shouldst come to me; Speak but the word; one gracious word Can set the sinner free.

HAVERGAL.

m 3

mp 2 I am not worthy; cold and bare
The lodging of my soul;
How canst Thou deign to enter there?
Lord, speak, and make me whole.

I am not worthy; yet, my God,
How can I say Thee nay,

Thee, who didst give Thy flesh and blood
My ransom price to pay?

4 O come, in this sweet morning1 hour

Feed me with food Divine;

And fill with all Thy love and power
This worthless heart of mine.

1 Or evening.

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FIRST TUNE.

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'He took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes

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were opened, and they knew Him.'

ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;

HE

Here would I touch and handle things unseen,

Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
mf 3 This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong
The brief, bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

mp 4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, (c) but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.
m 5 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;

It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.