MORECAMBE 10. 10. 10. 10.

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Frederick C. Atkinson, c. 1880

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face: Here would I touch and

handle things un seen, Here grasp with firm

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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.

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,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

Horatius Bonar, 1855

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PERFECT Love, all human thought transcending,
Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne,
That theirs may be the love which knows no ending,
Whom Thou for evermore dost join in one.

2 O perfect Life, be Thou their full assurance
Of tender charity and steadfast faith,
Of patient hope, and quiet, brave endurance,

With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.

3 Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow;
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
And to life's day the glorious unknown morrow
That dawns upon eternal love and life.

Dorothy F. Blomfield, 1883