Hymns, #225

Praise of the Lord - Remembrance of Him

Eng/Kor:225  Chin:180[*]  Span:-  Rus:-  Tag:-  Fra:-  Por:119

Lyrics:Horatius Bonar
Music:James Langran

Hymns using same tune:

#671, #868


Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;

Here faith can touch and handle things unseen;

Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy 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 save Thine to lean upon;

It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.


This is the hour of banquet and of song;

This is the heav'nly table spread for me;

Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong

The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.


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.


Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,

Yet passing, points to the glad feast above,

Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal-feast of bliss and love.

Hymn #225