1 Give us 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 mourning here below,
their couch was wet with tears;
they wrestled hard, as we do now,
with sins and doubts and fears.
3 We 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.
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #299a
|First Line:||Give me the wings of faith to rise|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1709)|