Faith and Sight

’Tis sweet to walk by trust

’Tis bless­èd not to know;

Faith brings a qui­et peace and rest

Which sight can­not be­stow;

For night may wea­ry prove

And dim­ly light our way;

But faith a stea­dy lus­ter keeps

Through ev­ery hour and day.

’Tis sweet to walk by trust

’Tis bless­èd not to know;

Faith brings a qui­et peace and rest

Which sight cannot be­stow.

Sight can­not pierce be­yond

A pre­sent world like this

But faith as­cends to Heav’n it­self

And an­te­dates its bliss;

Sight flies when dark­ness comes

And leaves be­hind no guide;

But faith a trus­ty pi­lot is

And will with us abide.

Oh

who would ask for sight

Of faith to take the place;

’Tis quite enough to know that we

Are led by heav’n­ly grace;

In God then let us trust

We all some­time shall know;

If not be­low

in Heav’n above

Where end­less plea­sures flow.