Songs

Give me the wings of faith to rise

		
360
			C.M.

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 mourning here below, 
	And wet their cries 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 giv’n; 
	While the long cloud of witnesses 
	Show the same path to heav’n.

					I.Watts