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