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.
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 and fresh the calm of sin forgiven.
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 they 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.