Give Me the Wings of Faith

Give us the wings of faith to rise
within the veil, and see
the saints of God, how great their joys,
how bright their glories be.

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, foll'wing their incarnate God,
possess the promised rest.

Our glorious Leader claims our praise
for his own pattern giv'n;
while the long cloud of witnesses
show the same path to heaven.