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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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. Amen.