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.

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.

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.

Mine Is The Sin But Yours The Righteousness;
Mine Is The Guilt But Yours The Cleansing Blood;
Here Is My Robe, My Refuge, And My Peace;
Your Blood, Your Righteousness, O Lord, My God.