Here, O My Lord, I See You Face to Face
Here, O my Lord, I see you face to face,
Here would I touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
And all our weariness upon you lean.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal cup 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 blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge and my peace
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, my God. Amen
Words: Horatius Bonar
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
This is one of my favourite hymns – but we never sing it at our church! Too old-school perhaps.
Happy Sunday Ellen, have a wonderful week!
…Ellen, I wish you a wonderful Sunday.
Beautiful hymn. Have a lovely Sunday. Blessings.
Lovely hymn. Wishing you a peaceful week!
Wonderful words to this hymn.
Happy Sunday to you. π
β¦the hill
Was crowned with a peculiar diadem
Of trees, in circular array, so fixed,
Not by the sport of nature, but of man:
These two, a maiden and a youth, were there
Gazingβthe one on all that was beneathβ
Fair as herselfβbut the Boy gazed on her;
And both were young, and one was beautiful:
And both were youngβyet not alike in youth.
As the sweet moon on the horizon’s verge,
The Maid was on the eve of Womanhood;
The Boy had fewer summers, but his heart
Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye
There was but one belovΓ©d face on earth,
And that was shining on him: he had looked
Upon it till it could not pass away;β
He had no breath, no being, but in hers;
She was his voice; he did not speak to her,
But trembled on her words; she was his sight,
For his eye followed hers, and saw with hers,
Which coloured all his objects:βhe had ceased
To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all: upon a tone,
A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow,
And his cheek change tempestuouslyβhis heartβ
Unknowing of its cause of agony. (ββΏβ)