Thus we approach singing some of the newer selections, or possibly the old one that was familiar:
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
I have no help but Thine, nor do I need
Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,
Jesus said: "This Do In Remembrance Of Me".
The Lord's Table
Here would I touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever; still my Shield and Sun.
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 guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, --
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love. Amen.
