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ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face:
Here would I touch and handle things unseen, Here grasp with firmer hand the 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 cach 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:
Horatius Bonar. 1855
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
Nearer than ever,--still my Shield and Sun. 2 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. 3 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is
My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise,
No teaching do I crave save Thine alone. 4 I know that deadly evils compass me,
Dark perils threaten, yet I would not fear, Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee,
Thou, O my Christ, art Buckler, Sword and Spear. 5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Horatius Bonar, 1855
1 PARTING hymn we sing
Around Thy table, Lord; Again our grateful tribute bring,
Our solemn vows record.
2 Here have we seen Thy face,
And felt Thy presence here; So may the savor of Thy grace
In word and life appear.
3 The purchase of Thy blood,
By sin no longer led,
May we rejoicing tread.
4 In self-forgetting love
Be our communion shown, Until we join the Church above,
And know as we are known.
Aaron R. Wolfe 1858
1 O PERFECT Love, all human thought transcending,
Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne,
Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one.
Of tender charity and steadfast faith,
With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
Dorothy F. Blomfield, 1883