Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face

Here

O my Lord

I see Thee face to face;

Here faith can touch and handle things unseen;

Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy 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 heav’n;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load;

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiv’n.

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.

This is the hour of banquet and of song;

This is the heav’nly table spread for me;

Here let me feast

and

feasting

still prolong

The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

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 our Shield and Sun.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by

Yet passing

points to the glad feast above

Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy

The Lamb’s great bridal-feast of bliss and love.