Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to face;

Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to face; Here would we touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand th' eternal grace, And all our weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would we feed upon the bread of God; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would we lay aside each earthly load; Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

Ours is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Ours is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood; Here is our robe, our refuge and our peace, Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, our God.

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 our shield and sun.

But see, the pillar-cloud is rising now, And moving onward through the desert night; It beckons, and we follow, for we know It leads us to the heritage of light.

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.