| Text: | Calling Us Away |
| Tune: | [Give me the wings of faith to rise] |
| Composer: | Walter Kittridge |
1 Give me the wings of faith to rise,
Within the vail and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
Many are the friends Who are waiting today,
Happy on the golden strand;
Chorus:
Many are the voices Calling us away,
To join their glorious band;
Calling us away Calling us away
Calling to the better land.
Calling us away Calling us away
Calling to the better land.
2 Once they were mourners here below,
And pour'd out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins and doubts, and fears.
Many are the friends Who are waiting today,
Happy on the golden strand; [Chorus]
3 I ask them whence their vic'try came;
They with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,--
Their triumph to His death. [Chorus]
4 They mark'd the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest. [Chorus]
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Give me the wings of faith to rise |
| Title: | Calling Us Away |
| Refrain First Line: | Many are the voices Calling us away |
| Publication Date: | 1874 |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | [Give me the wings of faith to rise] |
| Composer: | Walter Kittridge |
| Key: | B♭ Major |