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. 🙂
…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
Gazing—the one on all that was beneath
Fair as herself—but the Boy gazed on her;
And both were young, and one was beautiful:
And both were young—yet 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 belovéd face on earth,
And that was shining on him: he had looked
Upon it till it could not pass away;
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:—he 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 tempestuously—his heart
Unknowing of its cause of agony. (◕‿◕)