One Who Is All Unfit to Count

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 I am

O gra­cious Lord

So all un­wor­thy Thee

That ev­en the dust upon Thy feet

Outweighs 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.