This is the hour of banquet and of song

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.

Too soon we rise; we go our several ways;
the feast, though not the love, is past and gone,
the bread and wine consumed: yet all our days
thou still art here with us, our 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.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1855;
This is a cento of stanzas from Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face.

Music: Farley Castle, Canticum Refectionis, Morestead

Meter: 10 10 10 10

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.