GIVE ME THE WINGS OF FAITH TO RISE

[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 poured out sighs 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 given;
while the long cloud of witnesses
show the same path to heaven.