1 Here, O our 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.

2 Here I will 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 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
the feast, tho' not the love, is past and gone;
the bread and wine remove, but thou art here--
nearer than ever--still my shield and sun.

4 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
yet, passing, points to that glad feast above--
giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
the Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.