1 Here, O our Lord, I see Thee 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, my 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 art here,
Nearer than ever, still our Shield and Sun.
5 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.
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First Line: | Here, O our Lord, we see You face to face |
Title: | Here, O Our Lord, We See You Face to Face |
Author: | Horatius Bonar (1855; alt. 1972) |
Meter: | 10.10.10.10 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1990 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Sing to tune ADORO TE DEVOTE, #519 or MORECAMBE, #326. |