Music by William H. Monk, words by Horatius Bonar
Here, O our Lord, we see You face to face;
Here would we touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all our weariness upon You lean.
Here would we feed upon the Bread of God,
Here drink with You the royal wine of heaven;
Here would we lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Too soon we rise: the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone
The bread and wine remove, but You are here,
Nearer than ever, still our Shield and Sun.
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.