L. M.

We walk by faith, not by sight.

'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.