LORD, regard my earnest cry, A potsherd of the earth; A poor guilty worm am I,...

LORD, regard my earnest cry, A potsherd of the earth; A poor guilty worm am I, A Canaanite by birth: Save me from this tyranny, From all the power of Satan save; Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, have!

To the sheep of Israel's fold Thou in thy flesh wast sent; Yet the Gentiles now behold In thee their covenant: See me then, with pity see, A sinner whom thou came'st to save Mercy, mercy, upon me, Thou Son of David, have!

Still I cannot part with thee, I will not let thee go: Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, show! Vilest of the sinful race, On thee, importunate, I call, Help me, Jesus, show thy grace; Thy grace is free for all.

Nothing am I in thy sight, Nothing have I to plead; Unto dogs it is not right To cast the children's bread: Yet the dogs the crumbs may eat That from the master's table Let the fragments be my meat; Thy grace is free for all.

Give me, Lord, the victory, My heart's desire fulfil; Let it now be done to me According to my will! Give me living bread to eat, And say, in answer to my call, " Canaanite, thy faith is great! My grace is free for all."

If thy grace for all is free, Thy call now let me hear; Show this token upon me, And bring salvation near; Now the gracious word repeat, The word of healing to my soul, " Canaanite, thy faith is great! Thy faith hath made thee whole."