How shall I meet my Saviour? How shall I welcome Thee?

What manner of behaviour is now required of me?

Let Thine illumination guide heart and hand aright,

That this my preparation be pleasing in Thy sight.

While with her sweetest flowers thy Zion strews the way,

I’ll raise with all my powers to Thee a grateful lay;

To Thee, the King of Glory, I’ll tune a song divine;

And make Thy love’s bright story in grateful numbers shine.

I lay in fetters groaning, Thou camest to set me free;

My shame I was bemoaning, with grace Thou clothedst me:

Thou raisedst me to glory, endowd’st me with Thy bliss,

Which is not transitory, as worldly treasure is.

This caused Thy incarnation; this brought Thee down to me;

Thy thirst for my salvation contrived my liberty!