1 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.
2 Once they were mourners here below,
and poured out sighs and tears;
they wrestled hard, as we do now,
with sins and doubts and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came;
they with united breath
ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
their triumph to his death.
4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,
his zeal inspired their breast;
and, following their incarnate God,
possess the promised rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
for his own pattern given;
while the long cloud of witnesses
show the same path to heaven.
|First Line:||Give me the wings of faith to rise|
|Title:||Give Me the Wings of Faith|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1674-1748)|
|Topic:||Communion of Saints; Heaven; Yearning|
|Descant:||Norman Warren (1934-)|
|Composer:||James Turle (1802-1882)|
|Copyright:||Desc. © 1982 Hope Publishing Co.|