Wartburg Hymnal ‎#80

80. O how shall I receive Thee

1 O how shall I receive Thee,
How greet Thee, Lord, aright?
All nations long to see 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 palms is strewing,
And branches fresh and fair;
My heart its pow'rs renewing,
An anthem shall prepare.
My soul puts off her sadness
Thy glories to proclaim;
With all her strength and gladness
She fain would serve Thy Name.

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 nor leave me
As earthly riches fly.

4 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!

5 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.

Text Information

• First Line: O how shall I receive Thee
• Translator: A. T. Russell
• Author: P. Gerhardt
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Advent
• Notes: Translated from "Wie soll ich dich empfangen"

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