MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to
Here would i touch and handle
Here grasp with firmer hand the
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
Here would i feed upon the bread of
Here drink with thee the royal wine
Here would i lay aside each earthly
Here taste afresh the calm if sin
I have no help but thine; nor do i need
Another arm save thee 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
Mine is the guilt, but thine the
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O
Lord, my God.
Too soon we rise; the symbols
The feast, though not the love, is
Passed and gone
The bread and wine remove, but
Thou art there
Nearer than ever still my shield
Feast after feast thus comes and
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal feast of
Bliss and love.