C. M.
So great a cloud of witnesses.
Heb. 12:1.
Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the vail, and see
The saints above, how great their joys
How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And bathed their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.