Songs

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face

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					10.10,10.10

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.

2	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.

3	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 brief 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!

6	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.

								H. Bonar