| Song | Here O My Lord I See Thee |
| Content Description | “Here O My Lord I See Thee” is a deeply reverent communion hymn that reflects on the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and His presence in the Lord’s Supper. Written by Horatius Bonar, the hymn expresses awe, gratitude, and spiritual reflection as believers remember Christ’s broken body and shed blood. Its solemn and worshipful lyrics draw hearts into quiet devotion and thanksgiving. Frequently used during communion services, this hymn helps believers focus on the meaning of Christ’s sacrifice. For those searching for sacred worship songs about the cross and communion, this hymn offers a powerful moment of reflection and reverence. |
| Album | Hymns For The Family Of God |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Hymn, Eucharist, Worship, Church, Sacred, Prayer |
| Theme(s) | Communion, Sacrifice, Worship, Reflection, Grace |
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Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face To Face;
Here Would I Touch And Handle Things Unseen;
Here Grasp With Firmer Hand Eternal Grace,
And All My Weariness Upon Thee Lean.
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 Hallowed Hour Of Fellowship With Thee.
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.
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.
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!
Too Soon We Rise; The Symbols Disappear;
The Feast, Tho’ Not The Love, Is Past And Gone.
The Bread And Wine Remove; But Thou Art Here,
Nearer Than Ever, Still My Shield And Sun.
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.
