Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face (Hymn 225)

Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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.