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.
