H. W. Baker
I AM not worthy, holy Lord,
That Thou shouldst come to me,
Speak but the word: one gracious word
Can set the sinner free.
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.
3
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 hallowed hour,
Feed me with food divine;
And fill with all Thy love and power
This worthless heart of mine.