With eye of faith, through gloomy skies,
To see afar the dawning light.
Full many a fiery soul would dare
The scorn of man, the martyr’s stake,
Whose eager spirit could not bear,
Humbly to wait for Jesu’s sake.
We ask for some great thing to do,
Some mighty, herculean task,
And always doubt that God is true,
Because he grants not what we ask.