O Lord, How Shall I Meet Thee

1. O Lord, how shall I meet Thee, How wel- come Thee a- right? All na- tions long to see Thee, My Hope, my heart's De- light! O kin- dle, Lord, most ho- ly, Thy lamp with- in my breast, To do in spir- it low- ly All that may please Thee best.

2. Thy Zi- on palms is strew- ing, And branch- es fresh and fair; My heart, its pow'rs re- new- ing, An an- them shall pre- pare. My soul puts off her sad- ness Thy glor- ies to pro- claim; With all her strength and glad- ness She fain would serve Thy Name.

3. What hast Thou left un- grant- ed To give me glad re- lief? When soul and bo- dy pant- ed In ut- most depth of grief, In deep- est de- gra- da- tion, De- void of joy and peace, Then, Thou, my soul's Sal- va- tion, Didst come to bring re- lease.

4. I lay in fet- ters groan- ing, Thou com'st to set me free; I stood, my shame be- moan- ing, Thou com'st to hon- or me. A glor- y Thou dost give me, A trea- sure safe on high, That will not fail nor leave me As earth- ly rich- es fly.

5. Love caused Thine in- car- na- tion Love brought Thee down to me; Thy thirst for my sal- va- tion Pro- cured my lib- er- ty. O love be- yond all tell- ing, That led Thee to em- brace, In love all love ex- cel- ling, Our lost and fal- len race!