Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face To Face

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.


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.