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.