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
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
Alternate verses:
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
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Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace
Thy Blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God!
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
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