Faith looking into the Future

'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven 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'am, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promis'd land, And cheer'd him on his toilsome road,