Here, O My Lord, I See Thee

Verse 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.

Verse 2

This is the hour of
banquet and of song;
this is the heavenly
table spread for me;

here let me feast, and
feasting, still prolong
the hallowed hour of
fellowship with thee.

Verse 3

Here would I feed
upon the bread of God,
here drink with thee
the royal wine of heaven;

here would I lay
aside each earthly load,
here taste afresh
the calm of sin forgiven.

Verse 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 my shield and sun.

Verse 5

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 bridal
feast of bliss and love.