Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,

And saves us from its snares;

It yields support in all our toils,

And softens all our cares.

2 The wounded conscience knows its power

The healing balm to give;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,

And make the dying live.

3 Unvailing wide the heavenly world,

Where endless pleasures reign,

It bids us seek our portion there,

Nor bids us seek in vain.

4 There, still unshaken, would we rest

Till this frail body dies;

And then, on faith’s triumphant wing,

To endless glory rise.