When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand.
5 O King of earth, the cross ascend;
O’er climes and ages ’tis thy throne;
Where’er thy fading eye may bend,
The desert blooms and is thine own.
4 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray;
Make but one fold below, above;
And when we go the last, lone way,
O, give the welcome of thy love.