1 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
here faith would touch and handle things unseen;
here grasp with firmer hand th'eternal 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 I have no help but thee; 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.