Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #748: Give Me The Wings Of Faith To Rise

Hymn #747 Hymn #749


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748 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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 vict'ry 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 heav'n.

Hymn #747 Hymn #749