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The Example of Christ and his Saints. Heb. 12. 1, 2

I. Watts                  C.M.

1
Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2
Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3
I ask them whence their victory came,
They with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4
They marked the footsteps that he trod,
(His zeal inspired their breast);
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5
Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.