1 Faith owes its birth to sovereign grace,
And lives beneath the throne,
Where grace maintains her dwelling-place,
And reigns supreme alone.
2 [Faith yields to grace the glory due,
Nor dares assume her place;
But owns all doctrines must be true
That spring from sovereign grace.]
3 The precious cleansing blood of Christ
Is a delightful theme;
When faith is lifted up the high’st,
She sings of none but him.
4 Faith owns the sceptre through the cross,
And yields obedience true;
Counts all things else but earth and dross,
To keep the Lamb in view.
5 To live upon his precious death
Is faith’s divine repast;
The language of his dying breath,
See how she holds it fast!
6 Faith views him dead upon the tree;
Then buried in the grave;
And waits around the tomb to see
Him rise with power to save.
7 Then to the Mount of Olives go;
There faith, with eager eye,
Beholds her Lord leave all below,
To dwell and reign on high.
8 With tears of joy, faith now believes
The day will surely come,
When he who Jesus’ cross receives
Shall see him crowned at home.Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #228