1 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
here would I touch and handle things unseen,
here grasp with firmer hand th'eternal 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 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.
4 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.
5 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.
|First Line:||Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face|
|Title:||Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face to Face|
|Author:||Horatius Bonar (1855)|
|Topic:||The Church: The Lord's House; Communion with Christ and God; Imputation of Righteousness(2 more...)|
|Composer:||Frederick C. Atkinson (1870)|