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 to save thine to lean on:
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
my strength is in thy might, thy might alone.

Mine is the sin, But thine is 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.