1 How shall I meet my Savior?
How shall I welcome Thee?
What manner of behavior
Is now required of me?
I wait of Thy salvation;
Grant me Thy Spirit’s light;
Thus will my preparation
Be pleasing in Thy sight.

2 Love caused Thine 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.

3 Rejoice, then, ye sad-hearted,
Who sit in deepest gloom,
Who mourn o’er joys departed,
And tremble at your doom;
He Who alone can cheer you
Is standing at the door;
He brings His pity near you
And bids you weep no more.