477    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Example of Christ and his Saints. Heb. 12. 1, 2

1 Give me the wings of faith to rise
  Within the veil and see
  The saints above, how great their joys,
  How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
  And wet their couch with tears;
  They wrestled hard, as we do now,
  With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came,
  They with united breath,
  Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
  Their triumph to his death.

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,
  (His zeal inspired their breast);
  And following their incarnate God,
  Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
  For his own pattern given;
  While the long cloud of witnesses
  Shows the same path to heaven.