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��HORATIUS BOXAR (1S08-1SS0).

HERE, my Lord, I sec thee face to face ; Here would I touch and handle things unseen, Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal 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 heaven ;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load. Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

This is the hour of banquet and of song ;

This is the heavenly 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 my Shield and Sun.

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, Lord my God.

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 bUss and love.

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