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.