Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I
touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand
eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with
Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each
earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness:
Mine is the
guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood
Here is my robe, my refuge,
and my peace;
Thy Blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God!
I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save
Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though
not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove;
but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the
heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and
feasting, still prolong
The hallowed hour of fellowship with
Thee.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing,
points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the
festal joy,
The Lamb¡¦s great bridal feast of bliss and love.
