Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand th'etemal 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 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 my Shield and Sun.

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.

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.