We Have Not Seen, We Cannot See

We have not seen

we can­not see

The hap­py land above

From sin and death and suf­fer­ing free

Where all is peace and love.

We on­ly see the path is long

By which we have to go;

We on­ly feel the foes are strong

Who seek to work us woe.

We have not seen

we can­not see

The cross our Mas­ter bore

With all its pains

that we might be

The slaves of sin no more.

We on­ly think it hard to part

With ev­ery plea­sant sin

And give to God a per­fect heart

And make Him Lord with­in.

We walk by faith

and not by sight;

And

bless­èd saint

like thee

We some­times doubt if faith tells right

Because we can­not see.

Upon the pro­mise we would lean

Thy doubt­ing heart re­ceived;

Blessèd are they that have not seen

And that have yet be­lieved.