Isaac Watts · 637 of 724

Hymn 129

'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heav'n 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 heav'nly ray; Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way.

So Abram, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.