Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face To Face
Here Would I Touch And Handle
Things Unseen;
Here Grasp With Firmer Hand
The 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.

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…