The Triumphs of Faith

There is a faith sub­lime and grand

Of saints the crown and glo­ry

And thou­sands now at God’s right hand

Proclaim its won­drous sto­ry;

A faith that ev­er works by love

A liv­ing flame that burn­eth

That keeps in view the crown above

The faith that ov­er­com­eth.

O for a faith like saints of old

As told in sac­red sto­ry!

’Twill make us true

and pure

and bold

And take us home to glo­ry.

Faith led to Ab­el’s sac­ri­fice

To No­ah’s pre­ser­va­tion;

It shone in En­och’s ho­ly life

And wrought a grand trans­la­tion;

It crowned with glo­ry Ab­ram’s brow

Helped Ja­cob at Pe­ni­el;

Its worth the He­brew child­ren knew

And Da­ni­el in his tri­al.

By faith their right­eous deeds were wrought

And king­doms were sub­ject­ed;

This faith great strength from weak­ness brought

And from the sword pro­tect­ed;

The rag­ing lions held in chains

The pow­er of fire sus­pend­ed;

It brought the dead to life again

And ali­en ar­mies rend­ed.

This faith has feared no storms of wrath

The hosts of sin could wak­en

Has braved the sword and smiled at death

Tho’ hat­ed and for­sak­en;

Has wak­ened songs in pri­son walls

All Sa­tan’s darts de­fy­ing

Unwavering stood in judg­ment halls

And filled with joy the dy­ing.