Faith is the eye that sees Christ's matchless beauty;
The ear that hears His sweet and gracious voice;
The heart that trusts Him as a moral duty,
And in His great salvation doth rejoice.
Faith is absorbed in holy contemplation
Of Jesus crucified on Calvary's tree,
Who there procured a full and free salvation,
And hears the Savior say: "I died for thee.”
Faith cometh not by working or by praying;
It is not feeling we have peace with God;
It comes by trusting in that "faithful saying,”
That "peace is made by Jesus' precious blood.”
Faith hovers round the cross of Jesus dying;
His empty tomb, with joy, by Faith is seen;
Hope plumes her wings, away to glory flying,
And Love fills up the little while between.
Oh, precious Faith, superior far to Reason;
Faith deals with God, rests in His written Word;
Waits on through darkness for God's time and season,
The dayspring and the kingdom of the Lord.