By Faith, I See Uplaid

By faith

I see up­laid

A land with beau­ty crowned

Where trees

and flow­ers that nev­er fade

And rich­est fruits abound.

A land of end­less day

Of bright

un­cloud­ed sky

Ungirt by wave and bil­lowy sea

Or sand of gold­en dye.

The home of an­gels bright

And saints from earth set free

Who walk with Christ in spot­less white

’Midst shouts of vic­to­ry.

Thither my way­worn feet

Their con­stant steps shall tend;

Till to its shin­ing

gold­en street

They fi­nal­ly as­cend.

To this de­light­ful end

O Lord

Thy grace be­stow

O teach me hum­bly to de­pend

On Thee

my jour­ney through.