1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares;
Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all my cares:

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God, and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience know its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain:

5 Shews me the precious promise seal'd
With the redeemer's blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

6 There there unshaken would I rest,
'Till this vile body dies;
And then on faith's triumphant wings,
At once to glory rise.