Here, O my
Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle
things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand and
eternal grace
And all my weariness upon Thee
lean.
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.
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, bright hour of
fellowship with Thee.
–Horatius Bonar
|