This Is The Hour Of Banquet

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.