Eng:225  Chin:180  Kor:180  Span:-  Tag:-  Fra:-  Por:119 

Lyrics:Horatius Bonar
Music:James Langran
Meter:10.10.10.10

Hymns using same tune:

#671, #868

 

 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  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.

 

 4  This is the hour of banquet and of song;

    This is the heav'nly table spread for me;

    Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong

    The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

 

 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.