The fish in wave, the bird on wing,
God bade the wa­ters bear;
Each for our mor­tal body’s food
His gra­cious hands pre­pare.

But other food, of rich­er cost,
The im­mor­tal spir­it needs;
By faith it lives on ev­ery word
That from His mouth pro­ceeds.

Faith spring­ing from the blood of Christ,
Has flowed o’er ev­ery land;
And sin­ners through the van­quished world
Bow down to its com­mand.

Its light the joy of Heav’n re­veals
To hearts made pure with­in;
And bids them seek by wor­thy deeds
Eternal crowns to win.

By faith the saints of old were strong
The li­on’s wrath to tame;
By faith they spurned the ty­rant’s threats,
And scorned the rag­ing flame.

Lord, grant that we the path may tread
Whereon its light doth shine;
And ga­ther, as we on­ward go,
The fruits of love di­vine.

O praise the Fa­ther; praise the Son,
On whose most pre­cious blood
Rests all our faith; and praise to Him
Who with Them both is God.