O Lord, how shall I meet Thee,

How welcome Thee aright?

Thy people long to greet Thee,

My Hope, my heart’s Delight!

Oh, kindle, Lord most holy,

Thy lamp within my breast

To do in spirit lowly

All that may please Thee best.

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.

(The Lutheran Hymnal [TLH] 58:1, 2)