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,