1 Here, O my 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 would we feed upon the bread of God,
here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;
here would we lay aside each earthly load,
here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

3 This is the hour of banquet and of song;
this is the heavenly table for us spread;
here let us feast, and, feasting, still prolong
this fellowship in thee, our living bread.

4 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.

5 We have no help but thine, nor do we need
another arm but thine to lean upon;
it is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
our strength is in thy might, thy might alone.

6 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.

7 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,
yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
the Lamb's great marriage feast of bliss and love.