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How shall I meet Thee How my heart



eHymnBook # 21059
Title:
First Line:
How shall I meet Thee How my heart
LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1653,1863
      Bible Refs: Pr 7:15; Is 25:9;
      MUSIC
      Name: KINGSFOLD
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1906
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)

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        How shall I meet Thee? How my heart
        Receive her Lord aright?
        Desire of all the earth Thou art!
        My hope, my sole delight!
        Kindle the lamp, Thou Lord, alone,
        Half-dying in my breast,
        And make Thy gracious pleasure known
        How I may greet Thee best.


        Her budding boughs and fairest palms
        Thy Zion strews around;
        And songs of praise and sweetest psalms
        From my glad heart shall sound.
        My desert soul breaks forth in flowers,
        Rejoicing in Thy fame;
        And puts forth all her sleeping powers,
        To honor Jesus’ Name.


        In heavy bonds I languished long,
        Thou com’st to set me free;
        The scorn of every mocking tongue—
        Thou com’st to honor me.
        A heavenly crown wilt Thou bestow,
        And gifts of priceless worth,
        That vanish not as here below
        The fading wealth of earth.


        Nought, nought, dear Lord, has power to move
        Thee from Thy rightful place,
        Save that most strange and blessèd love
        Wherewith Thou dost embrace
        This weary world and all her woe,
        Her load of grief and ill
        And sorrow, more than man can know—
        Thy love is deeper still.


        O write this promise in your hearts,
        Ye sorrowful, on whom
        Fall thickening cares, while joy departs
        And darker grows your gloom.
        Despair not, for your help is near,
        He standeth at the door
        Who best can comfort you and cheer,
        He comes, nor stayeth more.


        Nor vex your souls with care, nor grieve
        And labor longer thus,
        As though your arm could ought achieve,
        And bring Him down to us.
        He comes, He comes with ready will
        By pity moved alone,
        To soothe our every grief and ill,
        For all to Him are known.


        Nor ye, O sinners, shrink aside,
        Afraid to see His face,
        Your darkest sins our Lord will hide
        Beneath His pitying grace.
        He comes, He comes, to save from sin,
        And all its pangs assuage,
        And for the sons of God to win
        Their proper heritage.


        Why heed ye then the craft and noise,
        The fury of His foes?
        Lo, in a breath the Lord destroys
        All who His rule oppose.
        He comes, He comes, as King to reign!
        And earthly powers may band
        Against Him, yet they strive in vain,
        His might may none withstand.


        He comes to judge the earth, and ye
        Who mocked Him, feel His wrath;
        But they who loved and sought Him see
        His light o’er all their path.
        O Sun of Righteousness! arise,
        And guide us on our way
        To yon fair mansion in the skies
        Of joyous cloudless day.

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