H. Bonar (100/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

H. Bonar 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 helplessness 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, bright hour of fellowship with Thee. 4 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 my Shield and Sun. 5 I have not 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. 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.