Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise
C.M.

[1129]Southwell:

Herbert Stephen Irons, 1861

Isaac Watts, 1709

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.

Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears;

They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.

I ask them whence their victory came;

They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death.

They marked the footsteps that he trod,

His zeal inspired their breast;

And, following their incarnate God,

Possess the promised rest.

Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven.

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