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,
Your lamp within my breast
to do in spirit lowly
all that may please You best.
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.
Paul Gerhart, 1607-1676
Stanzas 1 & 3
