IW
Verse 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.
Chorus
Many are the voices calling us away,
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land.
Verse 2
Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Verse 3
I asked them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.