C.M.
Arranged from J. Smith
J. Smith
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 mourners here below,
And wet the couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears,
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