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

Verse 1

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; here would we touch and handle things unseen; here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace and all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Too soon we rise, the symbols disappear; the feast, though not the love, is past and done; gone are the bread and wine, but Thou art here, nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.

Verse 5

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.