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. This is the hour of banquet and of song; this is the heavenly table spread for me; here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee. 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. 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 here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace; thy Blood, thy righteousness, O Lord my God! Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, the Lambs great bridal feast of bliss and love. https://youtube/watch?v=vr3U7Q5Kc1k
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 22:05:47 +0000
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