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John Newton - The Beggar
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Encouraged by thy word
Of promise to the poor;
Behold, a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy`s door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine. 

The beggar`s usual plea
Relief from men to gain,
If offered unto thee,
I know thou would`st disdain:
And pleas which move thy gracious ear,
Are such as men would scorn to hear. 

I have no right to say
That though I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day
When I possessed more:
Thou know`st that from my very birth,
I`ve been the poorest wretch on earth. 

Nor can I dare profess,
As beggars often do,
Though great is my distress,
My wants have been but few:
If thou shouldst leave my soul to starve,
It would be what I well deserve. 

`Twere folly to pretend
I never begged before;
Or if thou now befriend,
I`ll trouble thee no more:
Thou often hast relieved my pain,
And often I must come again. 

Though crumbs are much too good
For such a dog as I;
No less than children`s food
My soul can satisfy:
O do not frown and bid me go,
I must have all thou canst bestow.
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