THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME. TERE, O my Lord, I see 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 would I lay aside each earthly load, 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; 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 I have no wisdom, save in Him who is My wisdom and my teacher, both in one; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise, No teaching do I crave, save Thine 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. I know that deadly evils compass me, spear. But see, the Pillar-cloud is rising now, And moving onward through the desert-night; It beckons, and I follow, for I know It leads me to the heritage of light. Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; 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. THE TRUE BREAD. RUE Bread of life, in pitying mercy given, Long-famished souls to strengthen and to feed ; Christ Jesus, Son of God, true Bread of Heaven, Thy Flesh is meat, Thy Blood is drink indeed. I cannot famish, though this earth should fail, Though life through all its fields should pine and die ; Though the sweet verdure should forsake each vale, And every stream of every land run dry. True Tree of life! of Thee I.eat and live,- Feeding on Thee, all weakness turns to power, This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring; Strength floweth on and in, each buoyant hour, This being seems all energy, all wing. Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel! At Thy dear Cross we find the eternal bread, And in Thy empty tomb the living well. |