Song Collection

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 weariness upon thee lean. Here would I feed upon the bread of God, here drink with thee the royal wine of heav’n; here would I lay aside each earthly load, here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiv’n. This is the hour of banquet and of song; this is the heav’nly 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 thine the righteousness; mine is the guilt, but thine the cleansing blood; here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace: thy blood, thy righteousness, O Lord my God.