O Lord, How Shall I Meet You?

O Lord

how shall I meet You

How wel­come you aright?

Your peo­ple long to greet You

My hope

my heart’s de­light!

O kin­dle

Lord most ho­ly

A lamp with­in my breast

To do in spir­it low­ly

All that may please You best.

Love caused Your in­car­na­tion

Love brought You down to me;

Your thirst for my sal­va­tion

Pro­cured my li­ber­ty.

O love be­yond all tell­ing

That led you to em­brace

In love all loves ex­cell­ing

Our lost and fall­en race.

A glo­ri­ous crown You gave me

A trea­sure safe on high

That will not fail nor leave me

As earth­ly rich­es fly.

My heart shall bloom for­ev­er

For You with prais­es new

And from Your name shall nev­er

With­hold the hon­or due.