HERE, O MY LORD, I SEE THEE FACE TO FACE
1. Here, O my Lord,
I see Thee face to face;
Here faith can
touch and handle things unseen.
Here would I grasp
with firmer hand thy grace,
And all my
weariness upon Thee lean.
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.
3. 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!
4. 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.
(After breaking of
bread)
5. 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 our Shield and Sun.
6. Feast after
feast thus comes and passes by,
Yet passing, points
to the glad feast above;
Giving sweet
foretastes of the festal joy,
The Lamb's great
bridal-feast of bliss and love.
7. Behold! The
cloud is taken up again,
Onward will march
the faithful pilgrim band;
As Thou art
calling, we will follow on,
Soon we will reach
the city bright and grand.
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