The Virtue of Faith

Verse 1

As far above the howling storm, Secure from danger’s reach and harm, Triumphantly the eagle flies— My soul on wings of faith would rise; When raging is the tempest’s blast, Ere yet its wrath is overpast— My soul would rise from earthly woe, To leave the stormy winds below.

Verse 2

Upon the troubled, restless wave, His fearful, trembling ones to save, The Master walked and calmed the sea, The wildly tossing Galilee; By faith again I hear His voice, In tones which make my heart rejoice, When fears my soul with terror thrill, He gently whispers, “Peace, be still.”

Verse 3

The lilies clothed in garments fair, The ravens flying through the air, Our blessed Father cares for all— He seeth e’en the sparrow’s fall; His children more He surely loves, Their cry His heart with pity moves: Though thorns bestrew the path we’ve trod, He whispers still, “Have faith in God.”

Verse 4

The waves around may fiercely roll, They cannot harm my trusting soul, Regarding not what I may see, My faith, O Lord, ascends to Thee; The darkest night and brazen sky Are pierced by faith’s unfailing eye— My cry shall be till time shall cease, “O blessed Lord, my faith increase.”