There is a faith sub­lime and grand,
Of saints the crown and glo­ry,
And thou­sands now at God’s right hand,
Proclaim its won­drous sto­ry;
A faith that ev­er works by love,
A liv­ing flame that burn­eth,
That keeps in view the crown above,
The faith that ov­er­com­eth.

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O for a faith like saints of old,
As told in sac­red sto­ry!
’Twill make us true, and pure, and bold,
And take us home to glo­ry.

Faith led to Ab­el’s sac­ri­fice,
To No­ah’s pre­ser­va­tion;
It shone in En­och’s ho­ly life,
And wrought a grand trans­la­tion;
It crowned with glo­ry Abram’s brow,
Helped Ja­cob at Pe­ni­el;
Its worth the He­brew child­ren knew,
And Da­ni­el in his tri­al.

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By faith their right­eous deeds were wrought,
And king­doms were sub­ject­ed;
This faith great strength from weak­ness brought,
And from the sword pro­tect­ed;
The rag­ing lions held in chains,
The pow­er of fire sus­pend­ed;
It brought the dead to life again,
And ali­en ar­mies rend­ed.

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This faith has feared no storms of wrath
The hosts of sin could waken,
Has braved the sword and smiled at death,
Tho’ hat­ed and for­sak­en;
Has wak­ened songs in pri­son walls,
All Sa­tan’s darts de­fy­ing,
Unwavering stood in judg­ment halls,
And filled with joy the dy­ing.

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