Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. |
God buries His workmen but carries on His work. |
God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise. |
O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise! |
O may the least omission pain/ My well-instructed soul,/ And drive me to the blood again/ Which makes the wounded whole! |