Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,

And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,

While they are slaves to lust!

2 How vain are fancy’s airy flights,

If faith be cold and dead!

None but a living power unites

To Christ, the living Head.

3 ’Tis faith that purifies the heart;

’Tis faith that works by love;

That bids all sinful joys depart,

And lifts the thoughts above.

4 Faith must obey our Father’s will,

As well as trust his grace;

A pardoning God requires us still

To walk in all his ways.

5 This faith shall every fear control

By its celestial power,

With holy triumph fill the soul

In death’s approaching hour.