1	Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;     Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand 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 each earthly load;     Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
3	Too 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.
4	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