1 Here, O our Lord, we see you face to face;
Here would we touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
And all our weariness upon you lean.

2 We have no help but yours, nor do we need
Another arm save yours to lean upon;
It is enough, O Lord, enough indeed;
Our strength is in your might, your might alone.

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
The fellowship of living wine and 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 you are here,
Nearer than ever, still our shield and sun.

Amen.