’Tis by the Faith of Joys to Come

’Tis by the faith of joys to come

We walk through de­serts dark as night;

Till we ar­rive at Heav’n our home

Faith is our guide

and faith our light.

The want of sight she well sup­plies

She makes the pear­ly gates ap­pear;

Far in­to dist­ant worlds she pries

And brings eter­nal glo­ries near.

Cheerful we tread the de­sert through

While faith in­spires a heav’n­ly ray;

Though li­ons roar

and tem­pests blow

And rocks and dan­gers fill the way.

So Ab­ra’m

by di­vine com­mand

Left his own house to walk with God;

His faith be­held the pro­mised land

And fired his zeal along the road.