'Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night,
Till we arrive at heaven our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar and tempests blow
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
So Abraham, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
Hid faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.