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

I'm longing to receive you,
The Bridegroom of my soul;
No more from you I'll wander;
Nor flee your sweet control.

In awe, O Lord, all holy,
The angels you adore;
How then ought I most deeply,
My lowliness deplore.

But when you soon will enter,
O Lord, my sinful heart,
Then heal me, be my shelter,
For you my Saviour art.