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O Lord, How Shall I Meet Thee

"O Lord, How Shall I Meet Thee"

by Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676

Text From:


(St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1942), pp. 46-47



1. O Lord, how shall I meet Thee,

How welcome Thee aright?

Thy people long to greet Thee,

My Hope, my heart's Delight!

O kindle, Lord, most holy,

Thy lamp within my breast

To do in spirit lowly

All that may please Thee best.

2. Thy Zion strews before Thee

Green boughs and fairest palms,

And I, too, will adore Thee

With joyous songs and psalms.

My heart shall bloom forever

For Thee with praises new

And from Thy name shall never

Withhold the honor due.

3. I lay in fetters, groaning,

Thou com'st to set me free;

I stood, my shame bemoaning,

Thou com'st to honor me;

A glory Thou dost give me,

A treasure safe on high,

That will not fail or leave me

As earthly riches fly.

4. Love caused Thy incarnation,

Love brought Thee down to me;

Thy thirst for my salvation

Procured my liberty.

O love beyond all telling,

That led Thee to embrace,

In love all love excelling,

Our lost and fallen race!

5. Rejoice, then, ye sad-hearted,

Who sit in deepest gloom,

Who mourn o'er joys departed

And tremble at your doom.

Despair not, He is near you,

Yea, standing at the door,

Who best can help and cheer you

And bids you weep no more.

6. Ye need not toil nor languish

Nor ponder day and night

How in the midst of anguish

Ye draw Him by your might.

He comes, He comes all willing,

Moved by His love alone,

Your woes and troubles stilling;

For all to Him are known.

7. Sin's debt, that fearful burden,

Let not your souls distress;

Your guilt the Lord will pardon

And cover by His grace.

He comes, for men procuring

The peace of sin forgiven,

For all God's sons securing

Their heritage in heaven.

8. What though the foes be raging,

Heed not their craft and spite;

Your Lord, the battle waging,

Will scatter all their might.

He comes, a King most glorious,

And all His earthly foes

In vain His course victorious

Endeavor to oppose.

9. He comes to judge the nations,

A terror to His foes,

A Light of consolations

And blessed Hope to those

Who love the Lord's appearing.

O glorious Sun, now come,

Send forth Thy beams so cheering,

An guide us safely home.



Hymn #58 from The Handbook to The Lutheran Hymnal

Text: Matt. 21: 1-9

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1653, cento

Translated by: composite

Titled: Wie soll ich dich empfangen

Composer: Melchior Teschner, 1613

Tune: Valet will ich dir geben