Give Me the Wings of Faith

Give me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil

and see

The saints above

how great their joys

How bright their glo­ries be.

Once they were mourn­ing here be­low

And wet their couch with tears:

They wres­tled hard

as we do now

With sins

and doubts

and fears.

I ask them whence their vic­to­ry came:

They

with unit­ed breath

Ascribe their con­quest to the Lamb

Their tri­umph to His death.

They marked the foot­steps that He trod

His zeal in­spired their breast;

And fol­low­ing their in­car­nate God

Possess the pro­mised rest.

Our glo­ri­ous lead­er claims our praise

For His own pat­tern giv’n;

While the long cloud of wit­ness­es

Show the same path to Heav’n.