O Rock of Ages, Fount of Bliss,

Thy needful help afford,

And let our constant prayer be this

“Increase my faith, O Lord.”

J. Burbidge.

We walk by faith, and not by sight,

Along this vale of tears,

’Till our wrapt souls shall wing their flight

To Heaven’s unclouded spheres.

Triumphant then o’er sin and death,