NCH 427 1. 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. 2. I am not worthy to be thought thy child, Nor sit the last and lowest at thy board, too long a wand’rer and too oft beguiled, I only ask one reconciling word. 3. I hear thy voice thou bidd’st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp thy piercèd feet, Thou bidd’st me take my place, a welcome guest Among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat. 4. My praise can only breathe itself in pray’r, My pray’r can only loose itself in thee, Dwell thou forever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with thee, sup thou with me. NCH 50 1. In the bleak midwinter, Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. 2. Our God, heav’n cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heav’n and earth shall flee away, When He comes to reign, In the bleak midwinter A stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ. 3. Enough for him, whom cherubim Worship night and day A breastful of milk And a mangerful of hay Enough for him whom angels. Fall down before The ox and ass and camel Which adore 4. Angels and archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air; But only His mother In her maiden bliss, Worshipped the Beloved With a kiss. 5. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part; Yet what I can I give Him Give my heart. NCH 99 1. All glory, laud and honour to Thee, Redeemer, King, To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David’s royal Son Who in the Lord’s name comest, the King and blessed One. 2. All glory, laud and honour To Thee, Redeemer, King. To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring the company of angels are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. 3. All glory, laud and honour To Thee. Redeemer, King To whom the lips of children 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 88 A Loving Farewell
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