A pauper, I walk with a King

Unworthy

Unworthy am I of the grace that He gave-
Unworthy to hold to His hand.
Amazed that a King would reach down to a slave,
This I can not understand.

Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar in bondage and alone
But He made me worthy and now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.

My sorrow and sickness laid stripes on His back-
My sins caused the blood that was shed.
My faults and my failures have woven a crown of thorns
That He wore on His head.

Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar in bondage and alone
But He made me worthy and now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.

Unworthy am I of the glory to come
Unworthy with angels to sing
I thrill just to know that He loved me so much
A pauper, I walk with a King.

Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar in bondage and alone
But He made me worthy and now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.


By Ira Stamphill