THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(C. M) R. C. H. 406

by Unknown

One who is all unfit to count
*Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given me" Eph. 3:8
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 am I, O gracious Lord,
So all unworthy thee,
That even the dust up on Thy feet
Outweights 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.
FROM THE MARATHI OF NARAYAN VAMAN
TILAK, 1862-1919; tr by Nicol Macnicol, 1870-1952