O Lord, I am not worthy
That thou should come to me
But speak the word all-powerful
My soul then healed shall be.

I'm longing to receive thee,
The bridegroom of thy soul
No more by sin to grieve thee
Nor flee thy sweet control.

O Lord, thou art all holy,
the angels thee adore;
How then ought I sincerely
My wrongs and sins deplore?

But when thou soon wilt enter,
O Lord, my sinful heart,
Then heal me, be my shelter,
For thou my saviour art.

O Lord, how can I thank thee
For such a gift as this?
A gift which truly filleth
My soul with heav'nly bliss!

I praise thee, I extol thee,
I love thee, O my Sire,
Till once enjoy and glory,
In heav'n l thee admire.