I am not worthy, holy Lord,That Thou shouldst come to me;Speak but the word; one gracious wordCan set the sinner free.
I am not worthy; cold and bareThe 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 bloodMy ransom price to pay?
O come! in this sweet morning hourFeed me with food divine;And fill with all Thy love and powerThis worthless heart of mine.
Savior, and can it beThat Thou should’st dwell with me?From Thy high and lofty throne,Throne of everlasting bliss,Will Thy majesty stoop downTo so mean a house as this?
I am not worthy, Lord,So foul, so self-abhorred,Thee, my God, to entertainIn this poor polluted heart:I am a frail sinful man!All my nature cries, Depart!
Yet come, Thou heav’nly Guest,And purify my breast;Come, Thou great and glorious King,While before Thy cross I bow;With Thyself salvation bring,Cleanse the house by entering now.