Oh Lord, How Shall I Meet You

Oh 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,
Your lamp within my breast

To do in spirit lowly
All that may please You best.

Your Zion strews before You
Green boughs and fairest palms;

And I too will adore You
With joyous songs and psalms.

My heart shall bloom forever
For You with praises new

And from Your name shall never
Withhold the honor due.

I lay in fetters, groaning;
You came to set me free.

I stood, my shame bemoaning;
You came to honor me.

A glorious crown You give me,
A treasure safe on high

That will not fail or leave me
As earthly riches fly.

Love caused Your incarnation;
Love brought You down to me.

Your thirst for my salvation
Procured my liberty.

Oh, love beyond all telling,
That led You to embrace

In love, all love excelling,
Our lost and fallen race.