1
’Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at Heaven our home,
Truth is our guide, and faith our light.

2
The want of sight she well supplies,
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

3
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way,
With joy we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray.