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

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

Here would I touch and handle things unseen;

Here grasp with firmer hand th'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 brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

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 Blood;

Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;

Thy Blood, Thy Righteousness, O Lord, my God.

Amen.